Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Chapter 456 – Don’t Get to Ghost Me into Holiness

He chuckled, finally. ”Remind me to add that to the invitation—’No celestial murder at the dinner table.’”

She snorted. ”Put it on the place cards.”

He leaned in, lips grazing her ear. ”You know... you ruined my bath.”

Sira’s fingers slid down his abdomen. ”Then let me fix it.”

And this time, there was no tension behind her touch.

Only fire.

Slow, deliberate, aching fire.

Sira’s fingers ghosted along his shoulders, tracing over the drops of water trailing down from his neck. The shower rained steadily, a low hiss echoing in the tiled space like a hush of permission. Steam curled around her as she stepped closer—naked, wet, emboldened. Her hand slid down the ridges of his abs, smooth and sculpted like sin forged in muscle. Heat pulsed beneath her palm, but it wasn’t from the water.

It was from him.

Her eyes lowered, lingering on the lines of his body—each part of him carved to torment. His hips, the subtle V-cut disappearing into wet, taut skin, and further down...

The lipstick was fading.

Barely there.

Smudged.

Wiped by water and time and maybe guilt.

Her lipstick. On his cock.

Still visible.

Still hers.

Sira’s breath caught, and she hated how much it mattered.

She touched his hip, then let her fingers slide to the inside of his thigh, down to where his arousal was already thickening again. Like it never fully went away. Like it knew her before she even moved. And yeah, she could feel it.

He wasn’t just reacting.

He was waiting.

Her thoughts spun—because she knew he might go to Rava tonight. Or Naomi. Or whoever the hell his little corporate hunger demanded next.

And part of her—okay, maybe most of her—should’ve just stepped away. Let it be. Let him have his post-shower quiet and dry off and go back to being the controlled bastard that ran Hell’s financial empire like a well-oiled casino.

But then a darker whisper crept in.

What if this was the last time?

What if Celestaria—holy, pure, judgmental Celestaria—decided to make him something else? Something brighter. Cleaner. Too clean for her. What if this infernal, greedy body—the body that held her down and made her feel—got baptized into boring, golden divinity?

She gritted her teeth.

No. Not yet.

She wanted more.

Sira pressed against him fully now, her chest flush to his back, arms wrapping around his waist, one hand drifting again down that smooth, wet trail until she cupped him—bold and sure.

He inhaled sharply.

She didn’t apologize.

”You know,” she murmured into his shoulder blade, lips brushing skin as the water ran between them, ”if you do get sanctified into some blinding angel of light, I’m going to hunt Celestaria down and slap her with a Pride lawsuit.”

Lux laughed under his breath. Just once. Dark and rich.

Then he turned.

Not a step back. Not a word.

He just turned and kissed her.

No teasing this time. No sarcasm. No smug smirk curling his lips first.

Just his mouth on hers, his tongue pushing past her lips like he already knew what she needed. Like he already claimed her breath. His hand went straight to her ass—gripping, lifting, squeezing like he owned it—and she gasped against his mouth.

The kiss deepened. Became messier. Dirtier.

The hot water kept falling, like it couldn’t decide if it was part of this sin or trying to rinse it away.

Lux broke the kiss just long enough to bite down on her lower lip, then pulled back—eyes glowing like coins burning with heat.

”I told you,” he said, voice low, a thread of heat sliding between every syllable, ”you ignite things you shouldn’t.”

Sira’s stomach tightened. Her thighs clenched around nothing.

”I am the daughter of Pride,” she whispered, staring at his lips. ”I don’t ask for permission.”

He shoved her back against the wall, not hard, just enough to pin her wet body to tile. The coolness barely registered with the inferno inside her. His mouth latched to her neck now, tongue dragging upward as his hand came up and cupped one of her breasts. Sira moaned. Sharp, raw. Her back arched, forcing more of her into his touch.

”I noticed,” he muttered against her collarbone, lips leaving wet kisses as he went lower. ”You never do.”

She reached down, grabbed his cock. Bold. Possessive. Felt the heat, the pulse, the way he was already hard again—because of her.

”I want it again,” she breathed.

”I can tell.”

He slid two fingers between her legs.

Sira nearly collapsed.

”Lux—!”

”You’re wet,” he said against her ear, ”but not ready enough.”

”I am.”

He curled his fingers inside her.

She trembled. Clawed at his back. Bit her lip until blood almost bloomed.

”I said—” she tried again, but her voice cracked halfway.

”I’m not rushing it,” he said, kissing her again.

She grinned, wild and breathless. ”Don’t tempt me.”

His fingers moved again, and her grin broke into a moan.

”You’re already tempted.”

He twisted one nipple with his other hand and slid his knee between her thighs. Sira bucked.

The shower blurred around her. Water ran down her back, her legs. Steam soaked into her lungs, making her feel drunk on heat and scent and him. The taste of his mouth lingered. The pressure of his fingers made her lose all sense of time.

”You don’t get to ghost me into holiness,” she muttered, hips moving into his hand, ”and leave me craving hell.”

Lux smiled again—but it was a dark, slow smile. A CFO smile. The kind that promised profit and punishment.

”Then earn it.”

She growled.

And yeah, maybe that was the moment she lost it.

Sira shoved him back, not far, just enough to switch positions. His back hit the opposite wall, and this time it was her mouth on his neck. Her hand wrapped around his cock and stroked him slow, watching his face, his jaw tense, his eyes flicker darker.

”You think I won’t?” she purred.

”I know you will.”

She kissed him again. Deeper. Her tongue claimed his like a deal sealed with sin.

His hands were back on her body—both now. One gripping her ass like she was about to fly away, the other sliding down again, tracing the curve of her spine like he was mapping out territory.

And then?

He lifted her.

Just like that.