I lost everything to Dominic Warrick in a single hand of poker.
His price wasn’t money.
It was me.
One night. His rules. Complete surrender.
No standing unless told. No speaking without permission. No control over what he does to me… or how much I crave it.
I should have walked away.
Instead, I let him take me apart—piece by piece—until I was kneeling at his feet, desperate for the one thing I never knew I needed: his approval.
“Good girl.”
Two words I can’t stop chasing.
Midnight was supposed to set me free.
But when the moment came… I didn’t run.
I begged.
Now I’m his—collared, claimed, and learning just how far I’ll go to earn his touch, his praise… his ownership.
He didn’t just win the bet.
He claimed me.
