Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 725: Losing Control
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. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
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."
