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Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Chapter 725: Losing Control · Nov 13, 2026

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701 Chapter 701: Your Survival Priorities are Disturbing 2026-11-13
702 Chapter 702: Illusion Battlefield 2026-11-13
703 Chapter 703: Tragic Hero VS ill Fated Young Master [Part 1] 2026-11-13
704 Chapter 704: Tragic Hero VS ill Fated Young Master [Part 2] 2026-11-13
705 Chapter 705: Above Our Pay Grade 2026-11-13
706 Chapter 706: Harmonic Ledger 2026-11-13
707 Chapter 707: You People and Your Lawful Arrest Priorities 2026-11-13
708 Chapter 708: Celestial BDSM Kink 2026-11-13
709 Chapter 709: Protocol Requires Confirmation 2026-11-13
710 Chapter 710: Interrogation Room 2026-11-13
711 Chapter 711: Not Controllable 2026-11-13
712 Chapter 712: Corrupt Bureaucracy, Balanced Bureaucracy 2026-11-13
713 Chapter 713: Fear is Inefficient 2026-11-13
714 Chapter 714: The High Judicial 2026-11-13
715 Chapter 715: You are Troubled 2026-11-13
716 Chapter 716: Night Club 2026-11-13
717 Chapter 717: Lap Dancers 2026-11-13
718 Chapter 718: I Don’t Mix Impulse with Obligation 2026-11-13
719 Chapter 719: Hard to Handle 2026-11-13
720 Chapter 720: I Mind Being Reduced 2026-11-13
721 Chapter 721: That’s Not How Worry Works 2026-11-13
722 Chapter 722: Do You Want It? 2026-11-13
723 Chapter 723: Jealousy isn’t in My Dictionary 2026-11-13
724 Chapter 724: I Recalculated 2026-11-13
725 Chapter 725: Losing Control 2026-11-13
726 Chapter 726: You Don’t Fear My Enemies 2026-11-13
727 Chapter 727: I Ruined Strip Clubs For You 2026-11-13
728 Chapter 728: Release 2026-11-13
729 Chapter 729: I Will Liquefy You 2026-11-13
730 Chapter 730: Paranoia Keeps Me Alive 2026-11-13
731 Chapter 731: The King’s Hall 2026-11-13
732 Chapter 732: Do You Seek My Throne? 2026-11-13
733 Chapter 733: Loyalty Test 2026-11-13
734 Chapter 734: Minor Losses 2026-11-13
735 Chapter 735: I’m an Honest Greed 2026-11-13
736 Chapter 736: No One Could Take What I Have Built 2026-11-13
737 Chapter 737: My Son Almost Died 2026-11-13
738 Chapter 738: Dominion Field 2026-11-13
739 Chapter 739: Fusion 2026-11-13
740 Chapter 740: The Eye of Truth 2026-11-13
741 Chapter 741: Everything is Negotiable 2026-11-13
742 Chapter 742: My Baby 2026-11-13
743 Chapter 743: Not a Useless Lord of Greed 2026-11-13
744 Chapter 744: You Smell Like Infernal Discharge 2026-11-13
745 Chapter 745: The Sword of Damocles 2026-11-13
746 Chapter 746: I’m Still Operating in Vacation Mode 2026-11-13
747 Chapter 747: Scapegoat Positioning 2026-11-13
748 Chapter 748: Beyond Reach 2026-11-13
749 Chapter 749: A Place 2026-11-13
750 Chapter 750: Unfinished Business 2026-11-13

Chapter 725 – Losing Control

Her voice didn’t tremble this time. It steadied.

”You’re acting like winning cancels risk.”

”I manage risk.”

”By yourself.”

He leaned back slightly.

”Vizreel was there.”

”You know what I mean.”

He did.

And he didn’t like that she did.

He took a slow sip of herbal tea.

It tasted clean. Sharp. Almost too pure.

”You don’t fear death,” she said quietly.

”No.”

”You fear losing.”

His eyes flicked toward her.

She held his gaze steadily.

”And you hate the idea of being powerless.”

He didn’t answer.

Because that one hit too clean.

Instead, he leaned closer.

”You’re analyzing me.”

”Yes.”

”Poor strategy.”

”Why.”

”Because I might retaliate.”

She didn’t back away.

She didn’t even blink.

”Try me,” Naomi whispered.

That did something to him.

Not the word.

The tone.

Calm. Confident. Challenging.

Lux chuckled low in his throat, but it wasn’t playful anymore. It was darker. Warmer.

”I’m afraid,” he murmured, fingers sliding slowly along her waist, ”of losing control.”

Her breath hitched slightly, but she held his gaze.

”Of my life,” he continued softly. ”Of what I’ve built.”

His thumb traced a slow line upward along her side, barely brushing beneath the hem of her dress.

”And to keep it,” he added, voice deepening, ”I need power.”

His palm flattened against her lower back now, pulling her closer against him.

”That’s how the Infernal realm works.”

Her pulse jumped under his touch.

”And here?” she whispered.

He leaned down, lips hovering just above hers.

”Here,” he said, ”I choose.”

He kissed her then.

Not gentle.

Not restrained.

Hungry, but controlled.

His hand slid firmly over her hip, fingers pressing into soft skin as he guided her fully into his lap. She straddled him instinctively, legs wrapping around his waist.

Her hands went straight into his hair, pulling slightly.

”You talk about power,” she murmured against his mouth.

He answered by tilting his head and deepening the kiss, one hand sliding up her spine slowly, deliberately, until his fingers curled lightly at the back of her neck.

He didn’t squeeze.

He didn’t force.

He simply held.

Dominance without brutality.

”I fight for power,” he murmured against her lips, ”so I don’t lose what matters.”

His other hand slipped beneath her shirt fully now, palm smoothing over bare skin along her waist.

Warm.

Soft.

Alive.

Naomi inhaled sharply as his fingers traveled higher, tracing the curve beneath her ribs.

”And what matters?” she breathed.

He leaned down and brushed his lips along her neck, slow and deliberate.

”You.”

Her body reacted before her brain could.

Her hips pressed down against him unconsciously.

He felt it.

His hands tightened slightly at her waist.

”Careful,” he murmured.

”You said you might retaliate,” she whispered.

He pulled back just enough to look at her.

His eyes had shifted.

Less playful.

More infernal.

”You think I won’t?”

Her fingers slid down from his hair to his chest, tracing the defined lines of muscle.

”I think you’re scared of wanting something too much,” she said softly.

That struck deeper than any accusation.

His hand moved again, this time sliding along her thigh slowly, lifting the fabric of her clothes just slightly as his fingers explored.

”I don’t fear wanting,” he replied quietly. ”I fear losing.”

She leaned down and kissed him again, slower this time. More deliberate.

”You won’t lose me,” she whispered against his mouth.

He pulled her flush against him.

His hand slid higher along her thigh now, firm, possessive, fingers pressing into soft flesh.

”You don’t understand,” he murmured against her ear.

She shivered as his breath warmed her skin.

”In the Infernal realm,” he continued, voice low and intimate, ”if you hesitate, someone takes what’s yours.”

His lips brushed along her collarbone.

”If you soften, someone exploits it.”

His fingers traced the curve of her hip again.

”And if you love...”

He paused.

She stilled.

”If you love,” she whispered.

He looked at her again.

”You protect it,” he finished.

Her chest rose and fell faster now.

”And you think being soft with me makes you weak?”

He smirked faintly.

”No.”

His hand moved from her thigh to her lower back, pressing her even closer.

”It makes me dangerous.”

Her eyes darkened.

”Prove it.”

He didn’t rush.

He never rushed.

Instead, he slid his hands up slowly, lifting it just enough to expose more skin. His gaze followed the movement. Appreciating. Claiming.

”You like testing limits,” he murmured.

”And you like setting them,” she replied.

He leaned down and kissed along the curve of her shoulder, then lower, slow and deliberate, each touch calculated but intoxicating.

Her hands moved down his chest, tracing the line of his abdomen again.

This time slower.

Intentional.

His breath shifted slightly.

He caught her wrist gently.

”Careful.”

”Afraid?” she teased softly.

He looked at her.

”No.”

His hand slid back to her hip.

”But I don’t stop at half measures.”

Her pulse raced under his gaze.

”Then don’t.”

That was all the invitation he needed.

He leaned forward and lowered her carefully onto the bed beneath him. Not rough. Not rushed.

Controlled.

He hovered over her, one hand planted beside her head, the other tracing slowly down the center of her torso.

”You think I don’t calculate this too?” he murmured.

She swallowed.

”You’re calculating me?”

”Always.”

His fingers dipped beneath the hem of her shirt again, sliding along her waist.

”I calculate your breath,” he whispered.

His hand slid higher.

”Your pulse.”

His thumb brushed slowly across her skin.

”The way you respond.”

Her fingers curled in the sheets.

”And what’s the projection?” she breathed.

He leaned down until his lips hovered just above hers again.

”That you won’t pull away.”

She didn’t.

She kissed him instead.

And this time he let go of restraint just a little.

His hand gripped her thigh firmly, guiding her leg around his waist again. His body pressed fully against hers, heat through fabric undeniable.

”You wanted retaliation,” he murmured.

Her breath trembled slightly.

”Yes.”

He smirked faintly.

”Careful what you negotiate for.”

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