Free Web NovelChapter 918: Fox and Greed
Chapter 918 – Fox and Greed
Her fingers brushed lightly against his chest.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Lux felt that more than he should have.
Not the touch.
Not just the touch.
The intention behind it.
Because Fiera didn’t touch like someone guessing.
She touched like someone who had already decided.
Her gaze didn’t waver from his.
Steady.
Clear.
Annoyingly certain.
"I knew the moment I gave myself to you..."
There was no hesitation in her voice.
No embarrassment.
No attempt to soften it.
Just truth.
"...that it meant something."
Lux’s breath slowed.
Not outwardly.
Inside.
The kind of stillness that came when something important just dropped into place whether he wanted it to or not.
Fiera tilted her head slightly.
Watching him process.
"...It means I have to stay here."
A small pause.
Not for uncertainty.
For emphasis.
"With you. And the others."
Her lips curved.
Soft.
Certain.
"I’ll become part of your harem."
Lux blinked.
Once.
That was it.
Honestly, the thing that surprised him wasn’t that Fiera was willing to move in.
It was that she’d already figured out what that meant.
Lux tilted his head slightly. "Mira told you about this?"
Fiera smiled immediately. "Yes."
Lux almost laughed.
That sounded exactly like Mira.
Giving orientation manuals to future girlfriends.
For a moment he simply shook his head.
Then looked back at Fiera.
There wasn’t hesitation in her eyes.
No confusion.
No uncertainty.
She’d thought about it.
Actually thought about it.
And still chose it.
That part surprised him more than he expected.
Not because he lacked confidence.
Far from it.
But because she clearly understood what she was agreeing to since the beginning.
And she wasn’t backing away.
That quiet, ancient voice in the back of his mind whispering... ’Mine.’
He didn’t say it.
And Fiera saw it.
Her smile shifted.
Just a little.
Like she’d just confirmed something important.
"Besides..." She leaned in slightly. Close enough that her voice softened.
Something warmer.
"Looking at you every day..." Her eyes dipped briefly. Then came back up. "...is going to be a very nice view."
His brain, traitor that it was, immediately replayed about five different angles of her from the last ten minutes.
Every look, every breath, every subtle reaction burned into him with ridiculous clarity. It wasn’t just memory, it was temptation looping on repeat.
He wanted to do that again. Not later. Not eventually. Now. He wanted to hear her moan again, softer, louder, different, whatever sound she’d give him next.
"And I will have my meetings soon," she added casually, stepping back again like she hadn’t just destabilized his entire internal balance. "The weekend is over."
Lux exhaled slowly.
Right.
Meetings.
Schedules.
Deadlines.
Normal life.
The part of him that ran corporations snapped back online.
"What about breakfast?" he asked.
Because that was a normal question.
Definitely not him trying to delay her leaving by even five minutes.
Fiera didn’t miss the underlying attempt.
Not even a little.
Her grin came back full force.
"Oh, I had it."
That tone.
That goddamn sultry tone!
Lux narrowed his eyes slightly. "Did you?" The servants clearly hadn’t prepared any breakfast yet.
"Mmhm."
She tapped her chin like she was thinking.
"A big, long sausage~"
Pause.
Lux froze.
"And a lot of mayonnaise. It was the tastiest sausage I ever ate in my life."
...
...
Yeah.
Clearly his sausage. 100%.
"Not my typical breakfast," she continued, completely serious. "Very unhealthy."
A beat.
"But I’d say it was... satisfying."
Lux dragged a hand down his face. "I regret asking."
"I know. I can tell."
She stepped forward again before he could recover.
Closed the distance.
Quick.
Effortless.
Her hand came up, fingers brushing his jaw lightly, guiding his face down just enough and she kissed him.
Softer this time.
Not rushed.
Not consuming.
Just warm.
Lingering.
Intentional.
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Because this one wasn’t about heat.
It wasn’t about impulse.
It was about choice.
That... was worse.
Much worse.
When she pulled back, she didn’t go far.
Just enough to look at him again.
Eyes clearer now.
Still warm.
Still steady.
"Bye now."
Simple.
Light.
Like she wasn’t dropping another problem into his perfectly structured life.
She turned.
Actually turned.
Started walking toward the door.
Just like that.
Lux didn’t move.
Didn’t speak.
Didn’t stop her.
Because something in him... didn’t want to make it complicated.
Didn’t want to turn this into control.
Into crazy possession.
Not yet.
His fingers twitched slightly at his side.
Reflex.
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The part of him that was Greed.
That wanted to anchor.
To claim.
To make sure she didn’t just... walk out and disappear into the world like everyone else.
Yes, those feelings were still there. Just like when he saw Naomi left. It was annoying.
But he didn’t reach.
Didn’t call her back.
Didn’t close the distance.
He just... watched.
Fiera reached the door.
A faint pulse spread from her shoulder, the sigil warming under her skin, alive in a way that made her breath hitch slightly. It tugged, subtle but insistent, like it didn’t want her to go. Didn’t want her to leave him. Not yet. Not like this.
Paused.
Half-turned.
She looked at him over her shoulder.
That smile again.
Then her fingers lightly touched the glowing sigil on her shoulder.
The mark pulsed warmly beneath her skin.
Fiera raised an eyebrow. "Your sigil is glowing."
Lux looked at it.
Then at her.
She smirked. "Does that mean you want me to stay?"
A short laugh escaped him. "I’m Greed."
That answer somehow explained everything and nothing.
Lux folded his arms. "I’m not exactly used to my women leaving right after becoming mine. After having s*x."
Fiera’s smile widened.
"Like I’m some fling?"
"Something like that."
"Lux." She tapped the mark again. "You literally marked me."
"I know."
His answer came immediately. "I know you will come back." A small pause. "But the feeling is still there."
The honesty surprised even him.
"I’ve got abandonment issues."
Fiera blinked.
"Seriously?"
"Family problems."
His tone was casual.
Too casual.
The kind people used when discussing old wounds that never completely healed.
"Those don’t disappear overnight."
His shoulders rose slightly.
"Needs time."
Fiera stared at him for a moment.
Then laughed softly.
"So it isn’t just Ariel who has problems."
Lux pointed at her. "Correct."
She smiled.
"But unlike Ariel, you know I’ll come back."
Lux nodded once.
Confident.
Certain.
"I do."
That certainty wasn’t arrogance.
It was trust.
And somehow that realization made Fiera smile even more.
Then she opened the door.
Light spilled into the suite.
"See you later, Greed."
Lux smirked.
"See you later, trouble."
