Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Chapter 392 – Hostile Takeover

Because Mira wasn’t talking anymore. She was acting. Her mouth was on his throat, nipping, sucking, dragging her teeth along his skin like she was claiming real estate. Her hands roamed like they had a map and a deadline. This wasn’t seduction—it was a hostile takeover.

Lux just let her.

Chuckled under his breath, even as his muscles twitched beneath her grip.

Because yeah, she was unhinged. And he liked it.

Her lips pressed hot and open against the curve of his collarbone, tongue flicking out to taste the salt and sin there. Her nails scraped down his chest—not deep enough to cut, but enough to remind him she could. Her dragon tail flicked lazily against his thigh, almost smug in the way it curled, wrapping once... then squeezing. Testing.

”You’re enjoying this way too much,” she muttered against his neck.

”I really am,” Lux groaned, breath hitching as she bit down again. ”I’m so fucking horny right now, you have no idea.”

Mira smirked. ”Good.”

She slid lower, her mouth trailing over his chest, tongue tracing his skin.

She paused when she reached a small, raised sigil just above his ribs.

”This one...” she whispered, brushing her lips against it. ”Is this...?”

”My demonic core,” Lux muttered. ”Demon thing.”

She kissed it.

He shivered.

And then her fingers were on his hips. Not tentative. Not hesitant.

She grabbed him.

Lux sucked in a breath.

”You know I could break you,” Mira murmured. Her voice was all velvet and venom. ”Dragons don’t play nice when they hoard.”

Lux’s smile was lazy. ”Do your worst, Xianlong.”

So she did.

She leaned down and bit his hip—right where it met muscle and curve—then licked the mark like she’d signed a contract with her mouth.

His hand clenched the sheets.

His tail twitched like a warning siren.

But he didn’t stop her.

Didn’t even try.

Because Mira was in control now. At least, that how she thought.

She kissed lower again, tongue flicking against the base of his abdomen, breathing in his scent like it was fuel. Her other hand stayed wrapped around him, slow strokes that had nothing to do with mercy and everything to do with ownership.

”Still think I’m just assessing?” she asked.

”I think,” Lux gasped, eyes fluttering, ”you’re doing an audit.”

She laughed against his skin, the sound vibrating right down to his bones.

”Oh baby. This isn’t an audit.”

Her voice dropped, almost feral.

”This is an acquisition.”

He groaned. Loud. Shameless.

Her hand tightened slightly. Her tongue flicked out again—wet and warm against skin that had no business being that sensitive. She licked up the length of his abdomen, slow and cruel, not even touching his cock now because she knew what that would do.

And yeah, Lux was wrecked.

Not physically. Not yet.

But the restraint. The way she made him wait.

It was delicious torment.

Mira sat up slowly, legs still straddling him, his cock twitching against her inner thigh.

She looked down at him like a queen surveying a treasure pile.

”You really are pretty when you’re the one begging,” she said.

”I haven’t begged yet,” Lux rasped.

”Oh?” She reached down and dragged her nails along the base of his tail. ”Give it another minute.”

His back arched.

His wings flexed—half-spread like they couldn’t decide if they wanted to fight or fly.

And Mira loved that.

The demon prince, the Greed-blooded CFO of Hell, the one who always had an answer, always had the upper hand?

Under her now.

Mouth parted.

Eyes glassy.

A little dazed.

A little undone.

And all hers.

She leaned in, brushing her lips against his. ”You taste like ambition.”

Lux laughed again, voice raw. ”You taste like bankruptcy.”

”Then file me under fatal,” she whispered. ”Because I’m not done yet.”

Her hands moved again—one trailing over his ribs, up his throat, cupping his jaw. The other slipped between them, gripping him again, stroking slow and deep as she kissed him hard.

He kissed back, finally, and damn, it was messier now.

No more teasing.

No more clever banter.

Just heat.

His tail moved too—wrapping around her back and sliding between her legs this time.

She moaned into his mouth. Sharp.

Bit his lip.

Rolled her hips once against him and felt his cock twitch against her inner thigh.

”F*ck,” she whispered. ”You’re really holding back, aren’t you?”

Lux grinned, flushed, breathless. ”I’m not the one mounting someone like I’m buying property.”

Mira slammed her hips down again. Not hard. But firm.

”Shut up,” she growled.

Lux grinned wider. ”Nope. This is the best night of my life.”

She kissed him again to shut him up.

Her tongue claimed his mouth like it belonged there.

He tasted like black cherries and sin.

She tasted like smoke and summer storms.

And when he moaned into her mouth—low and honest and just a little desperate—it did something to her.

Because this wasn’t a one-sided game.

Lux wasn’t weak.

He was letting her win.

Letting her devour him.

Letting her bite, and taste, and touch, and straddle, and ruin.

And why did that feel so good?

Why did her blood feel like it was boiling in gold?

Why did her scales feel hot against his skin?

Why—

Why did she want to lock him in her bedroom forever?

Not even to fuck him.

Just to have him.

To hoard him.

He gasped again as she rocked against him. His hands found her hips, finally, gripping like he might start to take back control—

She slapped his hand away.

”Not yet,” she said, eyes glowing now. ”This part’s mine.”

He laughed again. Breathless. Shaky.

”You’re fucking terrifying.”

”Damn right.”

And then her mouth was on his chest again—lower now, biting near his hipbone, kissing a path up his side, dragging her nails across his wing joints just to watch him twitch.

He looked up at her, chest rising fast. ”You’re not gonna let me come, are you?”