Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Chapter 662 – Call My Name More

The party finished.

And Mira barely had time to breathe.

One moment, she was outside Lady Margaret’s estate, stars still glittering behind her in that high-society glow. The next? Her heels never touched pavement.

Because Lux didn’t wait.

He didn’t ask.

Didn’t need to.

He simply turned toward her with that dangerous glint in his eyes, brushed her cheek with the back of his hand, and the air around them cracked, reality rippling like thin glass as his portal tore open.

Hell magic. Greed-style. No flames. No smoke. Just that impossible shimmer of power parting the world like curtains.

His portal.

And of course, he took her straight home. Not to her room.

To his.

To their real world, far from the cameras, the whispers, the polite applause.

And before the portal even closed behind them, his hands were already on her waist.

Not rough.

But firm. Intentional. Possessive.

”Mira,” he whispered, like a promise and a warning all at once. His voice dropped lower as he pressed her against the edge of the long obsidian table in the Greed Tower’s grand living room. ”You were too damn perfect tonight.”

She gasped, not from fear.

From anticipation.

From heat.

Because Lux Vaelthorn didn’t move like a man starved. No, that would’ve been easy. Predictable.

He moved like a man owed.

And she?

She owed him.

The dress was a masterpiece, deep jade silk, but it wasn’t armor. Not against him. His fingers slid under the shoulder strap, then followed the slow line down her spine, each inch of bare skin claimed like land on a map. Mira shivered.

”Take it off,” he said.

She looked up at him, meeting that molten gold stare.

”What if I say no?”

Lux smirked, the corner of his mouth curving like he was two seconds from biting her throat.

”Then I’ll do it for you.”

She didn’t say no.

Not really.

Not when she reached behind and let the zipper fall. Not when the silk peeled down her body and puddled at her ankles, leaving her in nothing but heels and flushed pride. And especially not when he took one slow, sinful look at her breasts, bare, taut from the cold air and his gaze, and dragged his thumb across one darkened nipple like he was checking how sensitive she still was.

Mira gasped again.

”Still so responsive,” he murmured, leaning in until his breath teased her collarbone. ”And mine.”

Her knees nearly buckled when he kissed her there.

Not hard. Not soft.

But claiming.

His tongue flicked against her skin before his mouth closed around the other nipple, sucking slow and deep like he meant to draw her voice out through her chest. Her hands flew to his hair and tangled as she moaned, hips grinding against the front of his suit.

But Lux?

He was already undoing his tie.

Then his shirt.

Piece by piece, until obsidian buttons scattered across the marble floor and his jacket slipped off, leaving that carved chest exposed. Broad shoulders, lean muscle, and that light dusting of fine demon-markings that always shimmered faintly under moonlight like runes, sexy, mysterious, and unmistakably his.

He was beautiful.

Mira didn’t say it.

But her touch did.

Her hands slid down his chest, nails raking lightly over his abs, and her thighs clenched when she felt the heat and weight of his cock pressing against her stomach, still trapped behind dark slacks, but already hard. Already there. And knowing him? Probably since the kiss at the gala.

”You really dragged me home just for this?” she teased breathlessly.

”No.”

He leaned in, teeth grazing her jaw.

”I dragged you home because I wanted to ruin the night for you personally.”

And with that, he lifted her, effortlessly, and carried her across the open living room toward his bedroom, one arm under her thighs, the other wrapped around her back like a greedy prince abducting a princess that wore his name instead of a crown.

She kissed him. Hard.

Biting his bottom lip. Tasting that expensive gala wine still lingering faintly on his breath.

And he kissed back with tongue and fire and raw need, pushing the door open with a flick of his wrist as magic coiled around them like silk ropes.

By the time they hit the bed?

They were both naked.

Mira’s back met silk sheets as her hair fanned out beneath her like a storm cloud. Her lips were red and swollen, her skin already glistening with a sheen of sweat from the heat between their bodies. Her breasts rose and fell fast. Her thighs parted faster.

Lux knelt between them, cock hanging heavy and hard between his legs, veined, flushed, thick with anticipation.

And all he did?

Was smirk.

Then drag two fingers slowly down her inner thigh.

”You don’t get to play coy tonight,” he said, voice rougher now. ”Not after flaunting my name on your lips in front of half the press.”

She swallowed hard.

”I didn’t say your name.”

He leaned down until his forehead touched hers.

”You said mine without ever speaking it. And now...”

His hand slipped between her legs.

She gasped.

He chuckled.

”...you’re going to scream it.”

Mira moaned as his fingers slid through her wetness. Lux growled low in his throat, eyes glowing with lust and something darker, something possessive. He kissed her neck, her chest, her navel, and didn’t stop until he was staring between her thighs with open hunger.

”Still sweet,” he murmured.

Still his.

His tongue followed his fingers.

She arched with a cry.

He didn’t let up.

He didn’t stop.

Not when his tongue traced the tight line of her pussy, not when his mouth sucked gently at her clit, not when his fingers teased and twisted and pressed deeper, curling like a beckon to make her writhe against his mouth and beg. 𝑓𝑟ℯℴ𝓂

And she begged.

For his cock. For his tongue. For more.

It didn’t matter.

Because Lux was a devil.

A greedy, lust-filled devil.

”Call my name more,” he whispered. ”Louder. Deeper.”

Then he sucked her clit hard, making her moan.

”Say it,” he growled. ”Say who you belong to.”