By the third night, the debt's shadow loomed less oppressively. Fei Long had scratched off a chunk after some backroom deals, but the real payment was etching itself into my soul. He kept me in the penthouse now, leashed to his bedpost during the day like a pet, the spiked collar a permanent fixture chafing my neck raw.
I'd catch myself staring at the door, waiting for his return, hating how my body hummed with expectation. That evening, he came back from a "meeting"... blood speckling his knuckles, shirt untucked, eyes wild with that insatiable libido that seemed to burn hotter each time.
"Miss me, pet?" He stripped as he spoke, shirt hitting the floor to reveal his toned chest, tattoos shifting with muscle. His c**k was already half-hard, swinging heavy as he approached. The air thicke
