Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Chapter 891: The Little Mermaid’s Seduction [Part 3]

Ariel paused.Still kneeling between his legs.

Still holding him carefully like something precious and dangerous at the same time.

The music continued softly in the background, bass humming through the mansion while warm lights reflected against the wineglasses nearby. Somewhere upstairs the girls were still laughing, completely unaware that Lux Vaelthorn, normally composed through assassination attempts, market crashes, and infernal politics, was currently having an emotional crisis because a shy mermaid looked at him too trustingly.

Lux exhaled slowly and brushed his fingers gently through Ariel’s hair.

"Ariel..."

Her eyes lifted toward him immediately.

Soft.

Curious.

A little nervous.

"You sure you want to do this?"

The question surprised her.

Because his voice didn’t sound hungry.

Not really.

Careful.

That was the word.

And Lux hated that part of himself a little right now.

Because the incubus in him absolutely wanted this.

Wanted her closer.

Wanted to pull her into his lap and ruin both their self-control until the rest of the mansion complained about the noise.

He could already imagine it too clearly.

The sounds she’d make.

The way she’d cling to him.

How soft she would look trembling beneath him.

Hell.

That was the problem.

He wanted her.

And that alone made him hesitate.

Because Ariel wasn’t like the others.

Not weaker.

Never weaker.

But wounded in places she still hid behind smiles and politeness.

And Lux, for all his greed, refused to take something fragile before it was ready.

Ariel nodded softly.

"Yes."

Lux studied her quietly for another moment.

Then finally sighed.

"You can taste it," he murmured. "Touch it. Explore."

Ariel’s cheeks warmed immediately.

"But..."

There it was.

The hesitation.

The line.

Lux leaned forward slightly, one hand cupping her cheek gently.

"I can’t fully claim you yet."

Ariel blinked slowly.

"...Why?"

That question hurt more than expected.

Because she sounded disappointed.

Lux smiled faintly, but this time it carried exhaustion underneath the charm.

"I’m in a mess, Ariel."

Not playful now.

Not teasing.

Just honest.

"There’s a king trying to kill me. Ancient abyss lords moving around. Hostages hidden somewhere in Hell. Assassins. Political chaos." He laughed softly under his breath. "Honestly, my life currently looks like a financial disaster report with emotional damage attached."

Ariel listened quietly.

Still holding him.

Still close.

Lux brushed his thumb softly beneath her eye.

"And you..." His gaze softened. "You’re still healing."

Ariel’s chest tightened slightly at that.

Because he remembered the broken parts too.

And somehow still looked at her gently.

Lux exhaled again and rested his forehead briefly against hers.

"Once I get my peace," he whispered, "I’ll claim you properly."

The words settled deep inside her chest.

Warm.

Dangerous.

Promise-shaped.

Ariel swallowed softly.

"You really mean that?"

Lux laughed quietly.

"Ariel." His eyes met hers directly. "I’m Greed. If I decide something is mine, I don’t joke about it."

Her heart nearly stopped.

And somehow, that should’ve sounded terrifying coming from the son of Greed and Lust.

Instead it felt strangely safe.

Lux tilted her chin upward slightly.

"So for now..." His voice lowered again, smooth and intimate. "Just let me spoil you slowly."

Ariel’s breath shook.

No wonder women kept falling for him.

The man weaponized tenderness like an infernal art form.

And Ariel was losing the battle badly.

Because Lux stopped feeling like the terrifying heir of Hell for a moment and started feeling dangerously close. Warm. Real. The kind of man who looked at wounds and didn’t immediately try to own them.

Which somehow made him infinitely more seductive.

Lux leaned back deeper into the couch, one arm draped lazily behind her while the other guided her hand slowly across his chest.

"Relax," he murmured softly. "You’re thinking too hard again."

Easy for him to say.

He wasn’t the one sitting inches away from a half-naked incubus whose body looked handcrafted to ruin emotional stability.

Ariel’s fingertips traced his skin carefully. Across firm muscle. Down the sharp lines of his abdomen. She could feel how warm he was beneath her touch, how every subtle movement shifted muscle under smooth skin.

Lux watched her quietly at first.

Then deliberately exhaled slower.

A low sound left him.

Not loud.

Not dramatic.

Just enough.

Enough for her to hear it.

Enough for her stomach to tighten.

Ariel looked up immediately.

Lux caught her gaze and smiled.

There it was again.

That dangerous confidence.

Not forcing.

Inviting.

His fingers brushed through her hair slowly before trailing down her neck, barely touching. The tiny contact made heat spread through her body embarrassingly fast.

"You’re sensitive tonight," he teased softly.

Ariel’s face burned.

"That’s your fault."

Lux chuckled low under his breath.

That sound.

Warm velvet and sin.

He guided her hand lower again, over the thin fabric stretched across his hips. Ariel hesitated for only a second before her palm settled over the outline beneath the pants again.

His cock twitched faintly beneath her touch.

Lux groaned quietly this time.

Real.

Unfiltered.

Ariel felt her heartbeat stumble.

Because hearing him react to her, actually react, made her feel dizzy in the best way.

"There you go," Lux murmured. "Good girl."

That nearly killed her.

Ariel bit her lip softly while her fingers moved against him from outside the fabric, exploring carefully. The material was thin enough that she could feel the shape and heat beneath it clearly now.

Heavy.

Hardening slowly under her touch.

Lux tilted his head back slightly, eyes half-lidded while watching her lose confidence and gain it again one breath at a time.

"You like hearing me?" he asked quietly.

Ariel nodded before she could stop herself.

Lux laughed again.

Low.

Sexy.

Absolutely unfair.

Then he leaned closer until his lips brushed near her ear.

"Then keep touching me."

Ariel shivered instantly.

And obeyed.

Ariel’s confidence grew in tiny, dangerous increments. Every soft groan Lux let slip rewarded her curiosity, encouraged it. Her fingertips pressed more firmly over the outline of his cock through the thin fabric, feeling the steady hardening beneath her touch. Warm. Heavy. Alive.

Lux inhaled sharply this time.

"Oh," he murmured with a low laugh. "There’s the brave mermaid again."