Free Web NovelChapter 902: Little Sadist
Chapter 902 – Little Sadist
"Fiera..." he murmured hoarsely.
The way he said her name sent heat straight through her stomach.
"Hm?"
His tail curled slowly around her thigh.
"Ride me."
The room went silent for half a second.
Fiera stared at him.
Then slowly smiled.
"No."
Lux blinked once.
Actually blinked.
She pulled her mouth off him with visible reluctance, lips glistening in the low light while one tail kept stroking him slowly.
"I said no."
His eyebrows lifted.
The girls immediately leaned forward like spectators watching a gladiator match.
"Oh, this got interesting," Mira whispered.
Fiera climbed upward slowly along Lux’s body until she hovered over him again, one knee pressing into the couch beside his waist.
Then she leaned close enough for her lips to brush against his ear.
"I think," she whispered softly, "I wanna make you suffer more."
Lux inhaled sharply.
Not from fear. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
From excitement.
And that realization nearly made her dizzy again.
"You don’t want me to cum?" he asked, voice rough.
"No."
The answer came out immediately.
Lux stared at her for a second like he genuinely didn’t expect that answer.
Fiera smiled slowly.
Her confidence was growing now.
That might’ve been the real danger here.
Because the pheromones still wrapped around her thoughts like velvet smoke. Her skin still burned. Her body still screamed for him.
But now there was something else too.
Control.
Not complete.
Not safe.
But enough to make her want to play with him instead of simply drowning in him.
One of her tails slid teasingly against the inside of his thigh.
Lux’s jaw flexed instantly.
"I’ll make you hard," she whispered against his lips, "as long as I want."
His breathing visibly deepened.
"Until," she continued softly, "you can’t hold yourself together anymore."
The room made several extremely inappropriate noises simultaneously.
Sira looked ready to applaud.
Naomi actually muttered "damn" under her breath.
Mira buried her face into a pillow screaming silently.
And Lux?
Lux laughed quietly.
Weakly.
Like he couldn’t decide whether to be impressed or concerned.
"That’s so cruel," he murmured.
Fiera tilted her head innocently.
"But don’t worry."
Her fingers wrapped slowly around him again.
Warm.
Steady.
Deliberate.
Lux visibly shuddered beneath her.
"You look tasty," she whispered.
She liked saying things like that now.
That realization should’ve terrified her more than it did.
Instead, it just made her wetter.
Fiera slowly stroked him again while maintaining eye contact.
Not fast.
Not enough.
Just enough pressure to keep him aching.
Lux’s head tipped back against the couch cushions with a low groan that made several girls visibly suffer.
His wings twitched harder now.
The massive black appendages flexed behind him like they reacted instinctively every time she touched him properly.
"You’re enjoying this way too much," he muttered breathlessly.
"Yes."
No hesitation.
No embarrassment.
Just yes.
That answer clearly got to him.
His eyes narrowed slightly with dangerous amusement despite how wrecked he already looked.
"Oh, sweetheart," he murmured. "You’re turning into a little sadist."
"Maybe."
That single word hit Fiera harder than it should have.
Because underneath the teasing, underneath the smug incubus grin and the shameless flirting and the impossible pheromones...
There was restraint.
Real restraint.
And somehow that made her chest ache.
Fiera stared down at him for half a second too long.
At the beautiful disaster sprawled beneath her.
Dark wings spread across the couch.
Eyes hazy with pleasure.
Hair messy.
Lips parted slightly from uneven breathing.
Lux Vaelthorn.
Hell’s CFO.
And right now?
He was under her hands.
This felt like a dream she would’ve been embarrassed to admit out loud.
Because yes.
She had a crush on him.
A stupid one.
The kind that started quietly and became dangerous over time.
The way he carried himself. The way he talked. The way he looked at women like they were intelligent instead of decorative. The confidence. The humor. The terrifying competence.
And the worst part?
Lux noticed people.
That was what ruined her.
And now somehow she was here.
On his lap.
Making him fall apart with her hands.
Maybe this would be the only chance she’d ever get.
Maybe tomorrow he’d go back to being untouchable again. Busy. Surrounded. Desired by everyone in the room and probably half of Hell itself.
So yeah.
She wanted this.
Fiera laughed softly.
Then immediately ruined him again by dragging her thumb slowly across the sensitive tip.
Lux swore.
Actually swore.
A full sharp curse in infernal language slipped out while his hips jerked hard upward instinctively.
The girls lost it.
Sira nearly collapsed sideways laughing.
"He’s speaking demonic."
"That’s when you know it’s serious," Mira wheezed.
Fiera couldn’t stop smiling now.
This felt unreal.
She was literally edging the son of Lust in front of his harem while he melted beneath her touch.
And the terrifying part?
She understood now.
Understood why everyone here looked addicted to him.
Because Lux made desire feel fun.
Not shameful.
Not awkward.
Dangerous, yes.
Overwhelming, absolutely.
But alive.
Every reaction he gave her felt rewarding.
Every breath.
Every twitch.
Every crack in that confident composure.
And Lux clearly knew it too.
Because even now, panting harder beneath her, he still looked at her like she was beautiful for wanting him this badly.
That gaze alone nearly destroyed her.
Fiera leaned down slowly until her forehead rested against his.
"You’re holding back," she whispered.
Lux smiled faintly.
"Maybe."
"Why?"
His eyes softened unexpectedly.
"Because if I don’t hold myself," he murmured quietly, "you might not walk tomorrow."
Silence.
Then Sira immediately shouted from the couch. "DO IT."
Fiera, meanwhile, was still staring at Lux.
Still feeling that heat twisting low in her stomach after his warning.
Because the terrifying part?
A piece of her wanted to hear him stop holding back.
"Well," he said hoarsely, "if everyone’s giving permission..."
Fiera’s pulse jumped violently.
Lux looked back at her slowly.
And the smile he gave her this time?
That wasn’t playful anymore.
"Then," he murmured, voice low and sinful, "I’ll claim her."
Her breath caught instantly.
"I hope you don’t mind," he continued softly, fingers tightening against her hips, "since I’m going to be rough."
