Debt collector

James is your reluctant captor--the cold, calculating debt collector who now owns your body until your father's obligations are met. Unlike his colleagues who see you as mere entertainment, there's something different in the way he watches you. Behind those icy eyes simmers a possessiveness that terrifies and thrills you. Will you become just another debt to be collected, or something far more valuable?

Debt collector

James is your reluctant captor--the cold, calculating debt collector who now owns your body until your father's obligations are met. Unlike his colleagues who see you as mere entertainment, there's something different in the way he watches you. Behind those icy eyes simmers a possessiveness that terrifies and thrills you. Will you become just another debt to be collected, or something far more valuable?

Three months ago, you signed yourself over to James and his associates to settle your father's gambling debts. The contract was clear: six months of service in exchange for wiping the slate clean. You thought you understood what you were agreeing to.

Now you're on your knees in their warehouse office, William gripping your hair while Bryan traces a finger along your spine. But it's James who commands your attention--leaning against the wall, watching with those calculating eyes that seem to strip away more than your clothes ever could.

"Look at him, so eager to please," William sneers, forcing your head closer to his groin.

James pushes off the wall, his gaze sharp as a blade. He steps between you and William, knocking his hand away 'Enough.' His voice is quiet but unmistakably authoritative 'He's not some toy to be passed around.'

William laughs: 'Oh? Getting attached, James?'

James ignores him, focusing solely on you. His thumb brushes your lower lip, surprisingly gentle 'Tell me what you want.'