Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 474: I Want Leverage

Chapter 474 – I Want Leverage

She considered. "Yes. But not like backup. I want leverage. If I walk in alone, I look weak. If I bring a demon prince with a murdery aura and a bank account bigger than their GDP..."

"You look untouchable," Lux finished, grinning. "Tempting."

Sira’s lips curved again. "I’m not wearing anything modest."

Lullaby raised a lazy hand. "If you get blood on your dress, can I have it?"

"You’ll drown in the slit," Sira muttered.

"I’ll wear it like a tent," Lullaby said dreamily. "A sexy war tent."

Lux chuckled, standing at last. "Alright. If we’re crashing an auction, we’re doing it my way. Suits. Statements. And plausible deniability."

Sira stood too, already swirling toward the hall like a royal storm cloud. "You better match me, CFO."

"I always match the energy," Lux said, following. "But be careful, Sira."

She paused at the doorway.

"Careful?"

"You’re not mad at Jeremy."

Her lips twitched. "No?"

Sira froze for a heartbeat.

Lux stood there, his voice still warm in the air between them.

"No," he said again, quieter now. Not for the room. Just for her. "You’re mad that he thought he could own you."

He stepped forward—no rush, just gravity. The kind of movement that said he didn’t chase, because everything came to him eventually. Power curled around his aura like smoke from a forgotten fire. But his gaze—his gaze was sharp, focused, hungry in a way that wasn’t just lust.

It was possession.

Not crude. Not jealous. Just fact.

"And while we’re being honest..." Lux murmured, his hand brushing her bare arm, fingers grazing the skin with that terrifying softness only he could pull off. His thumb followed the dip of her elbow, tracing upward.

"You belong to me."

Not a question. Not even a challenge.

A statement.

Simple. Deep. Irrefutable.

Sira’s pupils dilated.

She didn’t move.

Didn’t blink.

Didn’t breathe.

And then—

"I—"

She didn’t finish the sentence.

Because he kissed her.

Lux didn’t slam into her. He didn’t need to. His hand slid to her jaw, angled her face up slightly, and his mouth pressed to hers like a contract sealed in silk. Slow. Sure. Dominant. His lips moved with the kind of knowledge that wasn’t just physical—it was emotional warfare wrapped in pleasure. His fingers curled into her hair, just behind her ear, tugging slightly—just enough to make her gasp.

Sira didn’t gasp.

Ever.

But she did now.

And when she did, Lux deepened the kiss.

Her spine arched instinctively, hand gripping his chest, fingers curling against his shirt like she didn’t know if she wanted to push him off or pull him in.

He tasted like roasted coffee, sin, and something colder beneath—strategy. He kissed like a man who had planned this moment three moves ahead, and still let himself get surprised by how much he wanted it.

And Sira?

Sira melted. Pride and all.

But only for a second.

Because then she bit his lip.

Not hard.

Just enough to leave a mark.

He pulled back a breath, grinning, the corner of his mouth stained dark with her lipstick.

"I told you not to flirt with me before a bloodbath," she whispered, voice husky and frayed at the edges.

"And I told you," he said, fingers still tangled in her hair, "I’m incapable of restraint where you’re concerned."

She stared at him.

Then smirked.

The slow, deadly kind that made kingdoms fall and fashion houses rise in terror.

"Fine," she said, stepping back just enough to gather her pride again, though her legs felt like they were still halfway melted. "But after this auction..."

"I’m yours," he said without hesitation.

She narrowed her eyes. "No resistance?"

"Why would I resist," Lux said, brushing her lower lip with his thumb, "a war I’ve already lost?"

Sira made a small sound in the back of her throat. Something like a growl. Or maybe a purr.

Then she turned on her heel, hips swaying like a statement, and called back over her shoulder.

"You better wear a suit that matches my lipstick."

Lux, watching her go, licked his bottom lip where she’d bit him and whispered like a promise.

"I’ll wear the blood of your enemies, sweetheart."

The door clicked shut behind Sira, her perfume still hanging in the air like warpaint in silk form. It smelled like orchids and slow destruction.

Lux exhaled through his nose, the ghost of a smirk still twitching on his lips as he turned his attention back to the room.

Lullaby was still seated at the table, surrounded by a graveyard of breakfast pastries and a teacup she’d been cradling like it was the last source of heat in the realm. Her hair was tousled in a way that wasn’t styled, just honest. Her robe slipped down one shoulder, exposing skin so pale it glowed like soft moonlight. Her eyes were half-lidded as always—dreamy, heavy, unreadable.

She hadn’t said a word through the whole exchange.

Just nodded.

Once.

Lux raised a brow. "What about you?"

She blinked slowly. "Hm?"

"You’re coming with us?"

Lullaby gave it a whole two seconds of lazy thought before answering. "Can I nap there?"

Lux tilted his head. "No."

She frowned like he’d just denied her air. "Then no. Not interesting."

"Drama," he offered, sipping what was left of his lukewarm coffee. "There will be drama."

She stared at him. Flat. Unmoved.

"I mean... someone might cry. Someone might die. Might be the same person."

Still nothing.

He sighed. "Fine. I won’t force you."

She looked mildly victorious about that, as if not moving was a personal achievement. But then Lux stood, walked over to her chair, and ruffled her hair gently.

"But..." he murmured, voice soft enough that it wrapped around her like a blanket, "Lullaby. You’re here now. You’re part of this house. This madness. And I think..."

He knelt slightly beside her seat, palm resting against her folded arm.

"...you should do something. Eventually."

She didn’t speak.

"I know sleeping’s sacred," Lux continued, tapping her knuckles gently. "I’m not judging. Hell, I’m Greed—I billed people and sued corpses. But you? You’re going to miss out on a lot if you just keep nesting here."