Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation
Chapter 75: Second Pact [Part 2]

Chapter 75: Second Pact [Part 2]

Chapter 75 – Second Pact [Part 2]

Lux blinked once, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh?" he chuckled. His voice remained calm, playful even as her suction cups kissed along his arms and chest. "Bold again already."

Her breathing was heavy now, but her grin was wicked as she leaned forward, pressing her chest against his pinned body.

"I... I don’t know what you did to me..." she panted, "but... I feel so hot."

Lux smiled wider, letting her play.

"You want to tie me up, little kraken?" he teased. "Act like the predator now?"

Her tentacles squeezed tighter, her suckers kissing at his neck, his ribs, and one even daring to glide lower toward his shaft again.

Her voice broke into a soft laugh. "Mhm... you’re not going anywhere."

He let out a dark, low chuckle beneath her. "I could break free, you know."

She kissed his neck, voice breathy. "I know. But you won’t."

His smile darkened. "You’re right."

Because truthfully? He liked being wrapped by her.

He liked seeing her bold like this — empowered, burning with the magic he’d given her, and hungry for more.

And Rava?

Rava had completely lost her mind again.

And she didn’t regret a damn thing.

Lux’s wrists were still pinned behind his back — tightly wrapped in Rava’s slick, eager tentacles, suction cups pulsing against his skin like dozens of little mouths kissing him, worshipping him even as they restrained him. His body was completely open beneath her now, stretched out across the ruined sheets, exposed, caged in place.

And she was on top.

Panting.

Hungry.

Shaking with both nerves and power.

Rava sat on his hips, feeling the full weight of him beneath her. Her thighs clenched tightly around him, the heat between her legs already aching again as his still-hard shaft pressed up against her slick folds, teasing her with each tiny movement.

"You’re not struggling," she whispered breathlessly.

Lux looked up at her, that gaze lazy, dangerous, full of amusement. His smirk curled with wicked pleasure.

"Should I?" he whispered, voice dripping with silk and sin.

Her breath caught again. She could barely process how this man — this demon — could look completely relaxed even while restrained. Like somehow, she was still playing inside his game.

But gods — that just made her even hotter.

"You’re tied up," she breathed, trying to steady her racing heart. "I’ve got you."

"Do you?" Lux chuckled softly. His voice dipped lower, vibrating in her chest like velvet thunder.

"Mm... I like it when you pretend to be the predator, little kraken."

Her tentacles twitched in reaction, some of the suckers clinging tighter to his arms and chest. The binding flexed like a net tightening around a beast far too large to hold.

"Pretend?" she whispered, narrowing her eyes at him, breathless.

Lux’s smirk widened.

"I’m letting you play," he purred.

That bastard. That arrogant, infuriatingly calm, beautifully dangerous bastard.

Her stomach flipped with both frustration and arousal. He made her feel wild — out of control — and yet somehow he never fully surrendered his own. Not really. Not ever.

But she was burning now.

Her body rocked forward instinctively, grinding herself along the length of him, feeling his shaft throb beneath her as she pressed down and rolled her hips.

The friction sparked another breathless moan from her lips.

And from Lux—

A deep, guttural sound. Low. Honest.

"Ahh—f*ck..." he groaned, tilting his head back slightly, baring his throat for her.

Her heart leapt.

That sound was dangerous. Addictive. The kind of sound that made her want to break every rule she ever made about men. About demons. About control.

Her hips rocked again, more deliberately this time.

Friction sang between them as she ground against him, the slick heat of her folds coating his shaft while her tentacles pulsed with need, tightening like they wanted to crawl inside his skin.

Lux moaned again — shamelessly this time — his voice thick, breathless.

"Good—" he hissed, red eyes half-lidded now, but still locked entirely on her.

"You’re playing dirty," Rava whispered, her voice trembling.

He chuckled softly beneath her, chest vibrating against her hands as she braced herself against his ribs.

"You love it," he rasped. "I can feel your body begging me."

Her face flushed. She bit her lip, both from heat and pride, as she ground down harder, feeling the full pressure of him rubbing against her clit as her tentacles danced across his bound form.

One even slipped lower again, trailing along his shaft, pulsing gently at the base as if it couldn’t resist playing too.

Lux let out another rough growl.

"Look at you," he whispered. "Tying me up... riding me like you own me..."

He laughed again — dark, warm, breathless.

"...and yet you still know I could ruin you the moment I decide to."

Her breath hitched hard.

Because that was the terrifying truth.

And somehow, it only made her want him more.

Her hips ground again, faster now, sliding along the hard ridge of him, her breath becoming more desperate.

"Then ruin me," she whispered, her voice breaking.

Lux groaned, flexing against his bindings. But he didn’t break free.

Not yet.

"You’re not ready," he growled, voice thick with lust. "Not yet."

Rava whimpered.

Her entire body was trembling now — the heat between her legs pulsing, wet and swollen, each grind stoking the fire higher. Every time she rubbed along his length, her mind blanked a little more, overwhelmed by the friction, by his breathy moans, by his teasing words.

Her tentacles coiled tighter — not in fear, but in desperation — like her body couldn’t handle how full of him she already was, even without him inside her yet.

Lux licked his lips, watching her spiral.

"Greedy little thing," he purred. "So wet already..."

She whimpered again, biting her lip so hard she thought she might bruise.

Her hips rocked harder. Faster.

Lux groaned louder beneath her, his body jerking slightly as his shaft twitched and throbbed against her swollen folds.

"F-f*ck—" he hissed. "You’re gonna make me lose control, Rava..."

The sound of his moans was enough to make her thighs clench involuntarily.

She wanted that.

She wanted him to break. She wanted him to snap. She wanted to see what he looked like when he couldn’t hold back.