Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Chapter 523 – You Gonna Pamper Me Now?

The black silk clung to her body like water over fire, hugging every curve, tighter than a tailored war contract. It looked like lingerie made from sin itself. Thin straps pulled high on her hips, drawing the eye up to the soft dip of her waist and the full curve of her thighs. Her skin shimmered under the dim lighting, like sun-kissed gold stolen from the divine.

But the real problem?

Her breasts.

There was no fabric covering them. None. The silk curved beneath, framing them like they were the centerpiece of some infernal art display. A thin gold ring detail looped under each, lifting just enough to make them seem more unfair.

And below?

No cover.

No lace. No fabric. Nothing.

The delicate straps climbed high and left her pussy on full display, smooth, neatly trimmed, perfectly framed like it was a cursed treasure you weren’t allowed to touch but couldn’t stop staring at.

Lux’s breath hitched.

His pants grew tight instantly. Painfully.

”Damn,” he muttered, standing slowly like a man approaching something sacred and dangerous. His voice dropped lower, rougher. ”You could tie me up right now or step on my neck and I wouldn’t even complain.”

Naomi crossed her arms, smirking, but her face was flushed. ”That’s not the plan.”

Lux stepped closer, every movement soaked in that Incubus grace. Slow, deliberate, hungry but elegant. He circled her once like a predator appraising a queen, eyes devouring every inch of her body without shame.

”Then let me do it,” he said.

He brushed a knuckle against her bare hip. The skin there was so soft, so warm, it made his fingers twitch. Then he ran the backs of his fingers up the side of her waist, ghosting dangerously close to her breasts without touching them. Not yet. He was savoring her like expensive wine.

Naomi shivered but didn’t move.

”You are unbelievable,” she muttered.

Lux leaned in, his breath warm against her neck. ”And you’re standing in my room... dressed like this... with no intention of walking away untouched.”

He kissed her jaw, slow and deep and deliberate. ”Tell me I’m wrong.”

Naomi’s breath caught. ”I can’t believe this is the same guy who was just complaining about being tired and emotionally spiraling.”

Lux chuckled into her skin. ”Oh, I’m still that guy.” He kissed lower, right where her shoulder met her collarbone. ”But I also remember what you said.”

She blinked, confused. ”What?”

He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. His were glowing now, faint and dangerous. ”You said I’m allowed to be tired, Naomi.”

She huffed. ”I did say that.”

”And I believe you,” Lux whispered, stepping back half a step. ”But I also believe in balance.”

”What kind of balance?” she asked warily.

”The kind where you give me emotional support...” he grabbed her hips with a sudden firm grip, making her gasp. ”...and then physical support.”

”Oh gods,” she muttered.

He was clearly harder now, his arousal pressing bold and unashamed behind his slacks. She felt it when he stepped closer again, her bare skin brushing his. Her nipples brushed against the thin fabric of his shirt and she inhaled sharply at the contact.

Lux stared at her face, watching her every little reaction with that knowing grin. ”You gonna pamper me now?”

Naomi growled. ”Fine!”

She grabbed him by the collar, spun him with a force that surprised even herself, and shoved him down onto the bed.

Lux bounced once, still laughing. ”There she is.”

Naomi straddled him, pressing both hands to his chest. ”Let’s see if I can seduce you this time, demon prince.”

Lux folded his hands behind his head, grinning like the most satisfied sinner in existence. ”Baby, you already did. I’m just waiting to see how far you’ll go.”

Her face was flushed now. Hot. Her body practically humming from the way he looked at her. Like she was prey and prize all at once. She rolled her hips once, slowly grinding down just enough to make him grunt.

Her voice dropped. ”You’re not in control anymore.”

Lux raised an eyebrow, heat flaring under his skin. ”Then make me forget everything.”

And just like that, the night shifted again. From comfort to challenge. From sorrow to heat. And Lux?

He wasn’t tired anymore.

Not in the way that mattered.

And Naomi?

She was going to make damn sure of it.

She straddled him with intention now, her bare thighs pinning him down like warm cuffs, the soft curve of her ass brushing against the growing pressure under his pants. Her fingers moved with sharp precision—undoing the rest of his shirt like she was unwrapping a gift, nails brushing over his chest, down the faint grooves of muscle.

”You always talk like you’re in control,” she whispered, her breath hot against his lips. ”But right now?”

She lowered herself, just enough for her bare breasts to brush against his chest. The contact was electric. Soft skin, pebbled nipples, the warmth of her curves pressing down against him as her hips rolled forward.

”You’re mine.”

Lux’s jaw tensed. His breath stuttered as her body ground against him, her slick center sliding over the hard bulge in his pants with no barrier between them. His shaft twitched under the fabric, caught and throbbing, craving friction, and Naomi gave it to him slow, deliberate strokes that pushed his limits without breaking him.

He groaned. Low. Rough. Like something had just slipped past his last line of defense.

”Naomi...” he warned, but it came out as a needy breath instead.

She smirked. ”Hmm?” Her hands pinned his wrists now, her thighs flexing around his waist as her body continued that sinful rhythm—up, down, press, grind. Her slick folds glided over the shape of his cock through the fabric, every pass coating him with warmth.

”Is this the support you wanted?” she teased, bouncing once, her breasts lifting and falling with the motion, taunting him, tempting him, making his head tilt back into the pillows.

Lux let out another groan, his hands twitching beneath her grip.