The Winner Takes Her

Name: The Winner Takes Her
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7464752The Winner Takes Herhttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/the-winner-takes-her-1230008953834/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/7064305/image.jpg?v=6388052736995300005656MXNSteve Binsin Jean CylienInStock/Ebooks/It was a game of risk and desire. I lostand he intends to collect.Ashley:Las Vegas was supposed to be a new beginning. I arrived with dreams tucked into a suitcase and pointe shoes Id bled in for years. But before I could even find my footing, the ballet company folded. Just like thatgone.Bills dont care about broken dreams, though. So I did what any desperate girl with a sharp mind and a busted heart would do: I played cards. High stakes poker. Fast money, if youre good. Dangerous, if youre not.Then he sat across the table. Patrick OLachlan. The name alone carries weight, but its the man who unsettled me. Irish, arrogant, devastatingly composedhe watched me with a kind of amused intensity that made my skin flush. Every glance from him felt like a caress I hadnt consented to but couldnt resist.He wore his tux like it was part of his skin. Broad shoulders, a chest made for sin, and the kind of thighs a dancer dreams aboutfor balance, for power, for pressing you against the wall while your world tilts sideways.And yes, I saw it.Yes, that.The outline beneath tailored black wool, enough to make my breath catch mid-play.I was distracted. Almost undone.But I didnt walk away. Because maybe I didnt want to win.Maybe I wanted to loseif it meant surrendering to him, breathless and aching, as he claims his prize.Patrick:She walked into the room like she owned it. Confidence worn like lipstick, subtle but unmistakable. Ashley Finnegan. All long limbs, lush curves, and a defiance that sparked like flint on steel.She couldnt have been more than twenty, but she held herself with a grace most women twice her age never learned. There was something tragic in her smilesomething that told me she wasnt just playing poker for fun. No, she needed this. And that only made me more intrigued.I have a taste for dangerous games. And Ashley? She was playing one she didnt fully understand. Betting her body on a hand she couldnt win. But I let her try.Because I knew the moment our eyes lockedshe was mine. Her mouth might say no, but her body was already whispering yes.I warned her.Never wager what youre not prepared to lose.Now I own her curves.And Im going to take what belongs to meinch by inch, moan by moan, until she forgets she was ever playing a game at all....7090171The Winner Takes Her5656https://www.gandhi.com.mx/the-winner-takes-her-1230008953834/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/7064305/image.jpg?v=638805273699530000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20251230008953834_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_It was a game of risk and desire. I lostand he intends to collect.Ashley:Las Vegas was supposed to be a new beginning. I arrived with dreams tucked into a suitcase and pointe shoes Id bled in for years. But before I could even find my footing, the ballet company folded. Just like thatgone.Bills dont care about broken dreams, though. So I did what any desperate girl with a sharp mind and a busted heart would do: I played cards. High stakes poker. Fast money, if youre good. Dangerous, if youre not.Then he sat across the table. Patrick OLachlan. The name alone carries weight, but its the man who unsettled me. Irish, arrogant, devastatingly composedhe watched me with a kind of amused intensity that made my skin flush. Every glance from him felt like a caress I hadnt consented to but couldnt resist.He wore his tux like it was part of his skin. Broad shoulders, a chest made for sin, and the kind of thighs a dancer dreams aboutfor balance, for power, for pressing you against the wall while your world tilts sideways.And yes, I saw it.Yes, that.The outline beneath tailored black wool, enough to make my breath catch mid-play.I was distracted. Almost undone.But I didnt walk away. Because maybe I didnt want to win.Maybe I wanted to loseif it meant surrendering to him, breathless and aching, as he claims his prize.Patrick:She walked into the room like she owned it. Confidence worn like lipstick, subtle but unmistakable. Ashley Finnegan. All long limbs, lush curves, and a defiance that sparked like flint on steel.She couldnt have been more than twenty, but she held herself with a grace most women twice her age never learned. There was something tragic in her smilesomething that told me she wasnt just playing poker for fun. No, she needed this. And that only made me more intrigued.I have a taste for dangerous games. And Ashley? She was playing one she didnt fully understand. Betting her body on a hand she couldnt win. But I let her try.Because I knew the moment our eyes lockedshe was mine. Her mouth might say no, but her body was already whispering yes.I warned her.Never wager what youre not prepared to lose.Now I own her curves.And Im going to take what belongs to meinch by inch, moan by moan, until she forgets she was ever playing a game at all....1230008953834_Steve Binsin Jean Cylienlibro_electonico_1230008953834_1230008953834Scarlett VanceInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/452b4879-7604-4ed9-a968-34ea374ca39a-epub-85d036c6-dc51-4740-9f24-3177181dd42b.epub2025-04-16T00:00:00+00:00Steve Binsin Jean Cylien