Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Chapter 906 – Do You Want to be Mine?

”Beautiful,” he murmured softly.

The word hit her almost harder than the orgasm itself.

Fiera trembled beneath him helplessly while aftershocks still pulsed through her body.

She expected him to stop.

Expected him to finish too.

But Lux didn’t.

Instead, he slowed.

Gentled.

Still buried deep inside her while carefully helping her ride through the sensitivity without overwhelming her completely.

He really did know exactly how much she could take.

Fiera’s chest rose shakily.

”You...” she whispered weakly. ”You planned that.”

Lux laughed softly against her throat.

”Sweetheart,” he murmured, ”I literally negotiate infernal economics between dimensions.”

”...Right.”

”I’m very organized.”

She laughed breathlessly despite herself.

Then Lux suddenly grew quieter.

Different quieter.

Not teasing.

Not smug.

Intentional.

Fiera slowly looked up at him.

Lux brushed damp strands of white hair away from her face carefully.

Then asked softly, ”Do you want to be mine?”

Her heart stopped.

The question hit harder than expected.

Because the way he said it...

Not casual.

Not playful.

Real.

Fiera stared at him for a few silent seconds.

Then answered honestly.

”I’m already yours.”

Lux smiled faintly.

But then slowly shook his head.

”No,” he murmured. ”No, no, no.”

Fiera blinked.

”What?”

”I’m an incubus, yes.” His fingers traced slowly along her waist. ”But I’m also Greed.”

There it was again.

That dangerous confidence.

That intelligent calmness beneath everything.

”All relationships need contracts.”

Fiera stared at him blankly.

”...Like in business?”

Lux chuckled softly.

”Oh no, dear.” His wings shifted behind him lazily. ”Not only business needs contracts for me.”

The way he said for me made heat crawl up her spine again.

Lux leaned down slightly until his forehead rested against hers.

”And when I say all,” he murmured quietly, ”I mean all.”

Fiera’s pulse jumped violently.

The room around them felt strangely distant now.

The girls had gone quiet too.

Watching.

Understanding something important was happening.

Fiera swallowed slowly.

”You mean...” Her voice came out softer now. ”Like I sell my soul?”

Lux immediately laughed under his breath.

Warm.

Gentle.

”No, no, no.” He kissed the corner of her mouth softly. ”Your soul is yours.”

Then his eyes darkened slightly.

”But you are mine.”

Heat rushed through her chest instantly.

”And,” he continued softly, ”I’m yours.”

Fiera’s breath caught.

That sounded terrifyingly intimate.

More intimate than the sex somehow.

Because Lux didn’t talk like someone making temporary promises.

He sounded certain.

Like contracts meant something sacred to him.

And maybe they did.

Greed.

CFO.

Pacts.

Deals.

Lux built his entire existence around agreements.

Trust.

Exchange.

Mutual ownership.

Not chains.

Not slavery.

Partnership.

The realization made something warm ache painfully in her chest.

Lux kissed her again slowly.

Completely unlike before.

No roughness.

No hunger.

Just warmth.

Then he whispered softly against her lips:

”If you don’t want me... you can refuse.”

His fingers loosened slightly on her waist.

”You can push me away.”

Fiera realized suddenly... He meant it.

Actually meant it.

Even now.

Even after all this.

Even while buried deep inside her with his wings wrapped around them both.

Lux would stop if she asked.

That realization destroyed the last bit of fear she still held onto.

Because nothing about him felt forced.

Overwhelming yes.

Dangerous absolutely.

But never forced.

Fiera slowly reached up and touched his face.

Then shook her head gently.

”I don’t want to push you away.”

Lux went very still.

Not physically.

Emotionally.

Like that answer genuinely affected him.

Then slowly... He smiled.

Soft.

Real.

Beautiful enough to hurt.

”Good,” he whispered.

Then he lowered his mouth to her shoulder.

Fiera shivered instantly as his lips brushed against warm skin.

Soft kisses first.

Gentle.

Almost reverent.

Then something changed.

The air grew heavier.

Power.

Ancient power.

Fiera felt it immediately.

Not painful.

Warm.

Like liquid heat slowly flowing beneath her skin.

Her breath caught sharply.

”Lux...”

”I know,” he murmured against her shoulder.

The sensation deepened.

Something flowed into her.

Infernal energy.

Not corruptive.

Not invasive.

Connected.

Like threads winding gently around her soul without trapping it.

Fiera trembled.

And then...

The mark appeared.

A glowing sigil bloomed slowly where Lux had kissed her shoulder.

Beautiful intricate infernal lines unfolding like living art across her skin.

Greed sigils.

Elegant.

Dangerous.

Possessive.

The room went silent.

Even the girls stared.

Lux lifted his head slowly to look at the mark.

Then at her.

Eyes calm and confident again.

”There,” he murmured softly.

Fiera touched the warm glowing sigil shakily.

”What... is this?”

Lux smiled faintly.

”A contract.”

Fiera’s breath still felt uneven as she stared at the glowing sigil blooming across her shoulder. The Greed mark pulsed softly beneath her fingertips, warm instead of painful, almost like it recognized her touch already.

The room felt quieter now.

Heavier.

More intimate.

Lux watched her expression carefully while still inside her, wings curled protectively around the couch like darkness shielding something precious.

”A contract proving,” he murmured softly, ”that you’re mine.”

The words should have sounded terrifying.

Instead they sent heat rushing through her chest.

Because the way Lux said mine never sounded like ownership alone.

It sounded mutual.

Possessive in both directions.

Like he fully intended to belong back.

Fiera looked up at him breathlessly. ”You really talk like a businessman even during sex.”

Lux chuckled low in his throat.

”I’m Greed, sweetheart. Contracts are my love language.”

That stupid line should not have made her heart skip.

Then slowly, carefully, Lux pulled his cock from her.

Fiera gasped softly at the sensation.

A faint streak of virgin blood followed after him, staining against his length and her inner thighs. Lux’s eyes flicked downward immediately.

Not mocking.

Not dismissive.

Focused.

Almost reverent.

Then... before her overheating brain could process it fully, Lux brushed two fingers lightly through the blood.

And tasted it.

Fiera’s entire face exploded with heat instantly.

Lux hummed thoughtfully.

Eyes half-lidded now.

”...Mm.”

”Lux—!”

He smirked lazily.

”Tastes nice.”

The girls behind them completely lost composure again.

Mira screamed into a pillow.

Sira shouted something incoherent.

Naomi physically covered her face laughing while Fiera buried hers straight into Lux’s chest with a mortified noise.

And the worst part?

Lux only looked more pleased about it.