Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 379: Not Innocent (18+)

Chapter 379 – Not Innocent (18+)

He let her fingers slip from his mouth with a faint pop, then kissed her wrist.

"But say it," he murmured again, almost begging. "Please."

Her lips trembled.

She stared into those eyes—still greedy, still burning—but now... searching.

And something inside her broke. Or maybe bloomed. She couldn’t tell the difference anymore.

Then—softly, quietly, like a truth that had been waiting for too long—

"I love you, Lux."

He inhaled like he hadn’t been breathing until now. Then he crushed her to him, hands gripping her hips like she was gold, like she was treasure, like she was everything he’d never deserved.

"Again," he begged.

She laughed, watery, breathless.

"You’re so greedy."

"I’m the Prince of Greed," he growled into her neck. "Of course I am."

And then he kissed her again—hard. Deep. Wild.

And this time?

She didn’t just moan.

She melted.

Naomi’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper. His mouth consumed hers, tongue demanding, lips relentless. Every flicker of contact sparked down her body like fire on a fuse.

She’d kissed him hundreds of times before, but never like this—never with him so raw, so hungry, so open.

Her hands slid down, tracing the cut of his jaw, the hard lines of his throat, down the planes of his chest. She felt him everywhere—each muscle tense under her touch, every breath like a demand for more.

"Lux..." she whispered, but he swallowed her voice with another kiss, his hand already sliding up to cup her breast. His palm was hot, thumb teasing her nipple until it hardened beneath his touch.

Naomi gasped into his mouth. Her thighs shifted restlessly under the water, as if her own body was begging to be filled.

He squeezed gently, fingers rolling, pinching, tugging—just enough to make her arch against him. His other hand slid down, further, tracing her stomach, lower still, until—

"Mhhph!" she moaned into his mouth when two of his fingers plunged inside her.

It was sudden. Shameless. Perfect.

Her body clutched around him, desperate, welcoming. The water splashed against her chest as she arched back, her moan vibrating through their kiss. She broke for air, her lips wet and swollen, eyes hazy.

"Lux—" she tried, but her words fractured as he curled his fingers just right, stroking deep, stroking her, finding that spot that made her vision blur.

He grinned wickedly, brushing his lips across her ear. "You like that, don’t you?"

Her nails dug into his shoulder, weak, trembling. "Y-yes..."

Something inside her pulled him deeper, her body claiming him, clenching around those fingers like she belonged nowhere else.

And maybe she didn’t.

Because gods help her, Naomi knew—her body knew—that this man, this demon, this greedy prince in a silk shirt, was the one she was meant to break for.

"Touch me, Naomi..." he whispered, voice rough, vibrating against her throat.

She blinked, half-gone. "Ah—"

But he didn’t wait. He caught her wrist gently, guided her hand, pressed it to his neck—where his pulse throbbed hot against her palm. Then lower, down across his chest, sliding past hard lines of muscle, lower still, until her hand brushed his abs slick with water.

And then—

Her fingers met him.

That hard, thick length pressing against her palm through the bathwater, hot even beneath the ripples. Her whole body shivered.

Yeah, she’d felt him before. Inside. Around. Against. They’d fucked more times than she could count. But touching him like this—like he was offering himself to her—made her throat tighten.

Her hand wrapped slowly around him. And yes.

Thick.

Big.

So damn full.

She felt the veins beneath her palm, each pulse like a reminder of what he was. Who he was.

Lux smirked against her mouth, a low chuckle vibrating against her lips. "Feel that?"

Naomi swallowed, dizzy. "Y-yeah..."

"Good." He tilted her chin, forced her eyes to his, irises glowing with hunger and mischief. "Because I want you to take it. All of it."

She shuddered.

"Lux..."

He kissed her again—slower this time, but deeper, tongue sliding into her mouth with sinful precision. She moaned, helpless, her sound swallowed by him as his fingers moved faster inside her. His thumb rubbed circles over her clit, dragging pleasure from her until she was trembling.

Her body was on fire.

Her grip on him tightened, pumping slowly at first, then faster, her hand slick from the water, from him, from them.

Lux groaned, a sound so guttural it made her core clench around his fingers even harder.

"Let’s take this inside you," he whispered, biting her bottom lip before pulling back just enough to see her face.

Naomi’s breath hitched. His words were sweet poison in her veins.

He leaned closer, his forehead resting against hers, his voice dropping to a pleading whimper that twisted everything inside her.

"I bet it will make you happy," he whispered, softer now. Almost begging. "Make you satisfied..."

She blinked up at him, dazed.

And damn him—he looked innocent.

Like he wasn’t a demon.

Like he wasn’t a CFO who bankrupted nations.

Like he wasn’t the incubus who had fucked her senseless against every expensive surface in his room.

He looked like a boy asking for comfort.

Naomi’s heart squeezed painfully.

"...Lux."

"I need you," he murmured, brushing kisses across her cheek, her jaw, her lips.

Her body answered before her brain could catch up.

She pulled him closer, kissed him hard, desperate, hungry. Her moan broke against his mouth, and his answering groan shook through both of them.

Lux smiled against her lips. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wider under the water.

"Then let me in," he whispered.

And Naomi—gods help her—couldn’t stop herself.

Because she wanted it.

She wanted him.

Every greedy inch.

Lux felt her legs part under his grip, the water rippling around them. His eyes softened into that look—that dangerous counterfeit innocence he wore like a mask. His lips brushed her ear, and his voice was breathless, pleading.

"Naomi..." he whispered. "Let me love you."