Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Chapter 396 – I Will Bankrupt You

Her lips twisted into a grin, even as her breath hitched. ”I will bankrupt you,” she whispered, voice husky and dark, still trembling but laced with fire.

Lux’s red eyes glowed, lazy with satisfaction but still sharp enough to catch the shift in her tone. He chuckled, low in his chest, leaning down as though to claim her lips again. ”Oh? A hostile takeover already? Mira... I really like you.”

She moved before he could.

Her hands slid up his arms, deceptively soft, until her fingers laced around his wrists. Then, with a sudden surge of dragon strength, she pinned them above his head against the silk pillows. Her thighs clamped tighter around his waist, holding him still inside her.

The reversal was so quick it startled even him. For a moment, Lux actually blinked. Then that dangerous grin curled his lips again. ”Ah... I like this play.” His voice was low, approving, dripping sin. ”Bite me. Make me feel it.”

Mira smirked, teeth flashing. ”You shouldn’t have said that.”

Her horns grazed his as she leaned forward, her mouth brushing his jaw before she sank her teeth into the curve of his shoulder—not gentle, not testing. She bit down hard enough to draw blood, rich and dark against her tongue.

Lux groaned, a sound halfway between pain and euphoria.

”Fuck,” he hissed, head falling back against the pillows. ”Yes. Just like that.”

Mira licked the wound, savoring the taste of him. Bitter-sweet, metallic, heavy with mana. It thrilled her, made her heart pound, made her feel like she’d carved her mark into him as deeply as he had into her.

”You don’t get to just claim me,” she whispered against his skin, voice trembling with power and defiance. ”I’m claiming you too.”

Lux growled, his cock twitching still buried inside her, his tail flexing against her back. ”Greedy dragon,” he rasped. ”You want all of me? Then take it.”

Her hips rolled, slow and deliberate, and his groan broke the air again. She smirked down at him, her pride reigniting now that she had the reins. ”Maybe I will. Maybe I’ll hoard you until you’re nothing but a shiny toy in my vault.”

His eyes met hers, sharp and burning. ”Then you’d better keep me polished, princess.”

She laughed, breathless, even as she ground down on him again, dragging another curse from his lips. ”You’re insufferable.”

”And you’re trembling,” he shot back, his voice hoarse but smug. ”Even now, after bleeding for me, after giving me what no one else had—you’re still shaking. Still trying to convince yourself you’re not falling.”

Her eyes narrowed, pride flaring even as her body betrayed her with another shudder. ”Shut up.”

”Make me,” Lux growled, baring his teeth.

So she kissed him—rough, biting, swallowing his words. Her tongue pushed past his, her lips bruising his, her hands still pinning his wrists like iron. He let her, his muscles flexing under her grip, wings twitching, tail coiling around her thigh as if to remind her that even caged, he was dangerous.

The sheets were damp with sweat and blood and lust, the room thick with heat. Mira broke the kiss, panting against his lips. ”You’re mine now.”

Lux smirked, even with his wrists bound under her strength. ”Then ruin me, dragon. Bankrupt me.”

Her hips rolled again, slow and deep, making both of them gasp. Her pride and his lust tangled in the air, a storm of moans, curses, and sharp laughter.

And she realized—she liked this incubus. Not just his body, not just the way he filled her, but the way he laughed when she bit him, the way he teased her even when she had him pinned, the way he let her pride stay intact even as he owned her.

He was her equal.

Her prize.

And she would hoard him.

Even if she’d never admit it out loud.

Lux felt it as clear as the blood pumping in his veins—Mira wasn’t just another conquest. She wasn’t Naomi’s clever game of mutual pretense, or Sira’s sharp power plays, or Rava’s intoxicating chaos. Mira was different. A dragon. A rival. And right now? She was staking her claim over him with the same hunger he usually reserved for stock portfolios and enemies’ throats.

And help him, he liked it.

Her hands pinned his wrists above his head, her grip iron-strong, making his muscles flex uselessly against her restraint. He could have broken free—if he wanted to. But he didn’t. Not when her body was still trembling from the stretch of his cock, not when he could feel the slick heat of her virginity blood mixing with her arousal around him. That reminder hit him harder than he expected: she’d given him something no one else had. And now she was grinding down like she was going to take everything in return.

”Lux...” she whispered, voice thick with lust and fire, her hair falling around her face, horns glinting in the candlelight. ”Moan for me.”

He smirked up at her, cocky even as sweat dripped down his temples. ”You think you can break my composure?”

”Watch me,” she growled.

Her hips slammed down, sharp and punishing, dragging his cock all the way inside her, and Lux’s breath hitched. His back arched, wings spreading against the mattress, a groan clawing out of his throat before he could choke it down.

”Fuck—Mira—” His voice cracked, rawer than he meant, and her grin sharpened into something feral.

”Oh, I like that,” she hissed, rolling her hips in a circle, squeezing him in ways that made his eyes flutter shut. ”Do it again.”

Lux growled, trying to bite it back, but his incubus body betrayed him—every nerve was wired to feel. Every clench of her around him, every drag of her wet heat over his cock, every scrape of her nails down his chest—it all pushed him closer to the edge he usually controlled with ease.

And the loss of control was intoxicating.

”You’re—ngh—you’re not supposed to—” he tried, voice strangled, but another sharp thrust from her cut him off with a loud, guttural groan. His tail thrashed against the sheets, betraying his unraveling restraint.

”Yes,” she panted, leaning down to bite his lip, swallowing the noise he made. ”That’s what I wanted. The demon prince—unhinged.”