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Chapters
38 total- 1 Chapter 1: The debt
- 2 Chapter 2: Hungry for some Lance
- 3 Chapter 3: Because Lance listens to me
- 4 Chapter 4: San-marino bar
- 5 Chapter 5: Be my sex slave for three months
- 6 Chapter 6: R18
- 7 Chapter 7: Stop moving
- 8 Chapter 8: Lance you home?
- 9 Chapter 9: I said pick it up
- 10 Chapter 10: Broke boys have class too
- 11 Chapter 11: R18
- 12 Chapter 12:R18
- 13 Chapter 13:R18
- 14 Chapter 14: cum stained jeans
- 15 Chapter 15: Laid down rules
- 16 Chapter 16: I won’t punish you, I’ll punish them.
- 17 Chapter 17: Please tell me you’re not doing any stupid thing for
- 18 Chapter 18: I’m divorcing your father
- 19 Chapter 19: Older men were the biggest manipulators
- 20 Chapter 20: Don’t test my patience Selvaggio
- 21 Chapter 21: Ansel don’t do this
- 22 Chapter 22: The business department (1)
- 23 Chapter 23: The business department(2)
- 24 Chapter 24: The business department(3)
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Start from Chapter 1About this novel
[Contains explicit adult content and mature themes—no rape. Not recommended for readers under 18. Parental discretion advised]
Lance Dixon suffocates under mountains of debt—a financial wreckage his parents created. His days blur together in a relentless battle for survival, haunted by obligations that were never his to shoulder.
He's always been honest about his nature. Lance is a masochist. This truth has destroyed every relationship he's attempted; each one follows the same trajectory: rejection and unmet desires.
During a night of heavy drinking, Lance opens up to a stranger. Loosened by alcohol and frustration, he makes a reckless joke—he'd sell himself to anyone willing to erase his debt.
Ansel Lowell doesn't laugh it off. He asks a simple question: how much? When Lance names his price, Ansel proposes something bold: three months living by his rules, and he'll eliminate the debt completely.
The arrangement seems straightforward, almost like salvation. But as days accumulate, something unexpected unfolds between them. What began as a clean transaction spirals into something consuming and perilous—a connection neither anticipated, and neither can control.
[Excerpt]
Lance intended to retreat when Ansel stepped into his space, yet his body refused. Ansel's fingers drifted toward his face, suspended close enough to disrupt Lance's breathing.
"Do you comprehend what you're committing to?" Ansel's voice dropped.
Lance's pulse staggered. "You clear my debt. I stay with you three months. Simple."
Ansel's smile surfaced—more menacing for its restraint.
"No. That's barely scratching the surface, Lance. I need you to grasp what's really happening here."
Lance felt his pulse quicken.
Ansel leaned in, warm breath brushing Lance's face. "I'm going to saturate your world. I'll have you whenever I choose. I'll strip away every defense, every weakness you bury, and I'll use them all. I'll possess you piece by piece until where you end and I begin becomes impossible to distinguish."
Lance trembled, exhaling softly. "Go ahead, Mr. Lowell. I can take everything you give."
Lance Dixon suffocates under mountains of debt—a financial wreckage his parents created. His days blur together in a relentless battle for survival, haunted by obligations that were never his to shoulder.
He's always been honest about his nature. Lance is a masochist. This truth has destroyed every relationship he's attempted; each one follows the same trajectory: rejection and unmet desires.
During a night of heavy drinking, Lance opens up to a stranger. Loosened by alcohol and frustration, he makes a reckless joke—he'd sell himself to anyone willing to erase his debt.
Ansel Lowell doesn't laugh it off. He asks a simple question: how much? When Lance names his price, Ansel proposes something bold: three months living by his rules, and he'll eliminate the debt completely.
The arrangement seems straightforward, almost like salvation. But as days accumulate, something unexpected unfolds between them. What began as a clean transaction spirals into something consuming and perilous—a connection neither anticipated, and neither can control.
[Excerpt]
Lance intended to retreat when Ansel stepped into his space, yet his body refused. Ansel's fingers drifted toward his face, suspended close enough to disrupt Lance's breathing.
"Do you comprehend what you're committing to?" Ansel's voice dropped.
Lance's pulse staggered. "You clear my debt. I stay with you three months. Simple."
Ansel's smile surfaced—more menacing for its restraint.
"No. That's barely scratching the surface, Lance. I need you to grasp what's really happening here."
Lance felt his pulse quicken.
Ansel leaned in, warm breath brushing Lance's face. "I'm going to saturate your world. I'll have you whenever I choose. I'll strip away every defense, every weakness you bury, and I'll use them all. I'll possess you piece by piece until where you end and I begin becomes impossible to distinguish."
Lance trembled, exhaling softly. "Go ahead, Mr. Lowell. I can take everything you give."