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I’d figure out how to pay Lincoln back later. But we’d done it, Sloane was free.

Sloane was gaping in disbelief at the screen, her face pale, her cheeks still streaked with tears.

Before either of us could say anything, her phone rang. The same fucking phone that had started all of this.

Sloane stared at Everett’s name on the screen, but she didn’t make any move to reach for it.

“You did it,” she choked out, her voice trembling. “You won the auction.”

I grabbed the key out of my pocket and unhooked the handcuff from her wrist with a quietclick. She didn’t move, her gaze searching mine, tears still streaming silently down her face.

“And now you’re free,” I said, my voice low and rough. “It’s over, Sloane. You’re done. No one gets to decide what happens to you ever again.”

Her breath hitched, and for a moment, we just sat there, the weight of everything that had happened pressing down on both of us. Then she collapsed against me, her body shaking as she sobbed into my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her as tightly as I could, as if that alone could erase every awful thing that had brought us to this moment.

“You’re free,” I whispered again, my voice breaking. “You’re mine, but only because you want to be.”

She blinked, and one last tear slipped down her cheek.

“I’m yours.”

CHAPTER43

SLOANE

I’d never felt like this, so alive, so changed…

So free.

And suddenly, I was starving. Not for food.

But for him.

“Logan,” I murmured, getting up from my seat.

“What do you need, baby?” he asked.

“You.”

It was taking him too long to understand, so I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the bedroom. Once inside, I let him go and slid my leggings and thong down my hips and legs before kicking them away.

He stared at me, hunger growing in his gorgeous green eyes.

“We don’t have to do this. And your back…” he protested feebly.

“I know we don’thaveto do this. I want to. And my back is why I’m going to beridingthat big cock.”

“I mean, when you put it like that…” he growled, finally stalking toward me and grabbing me by my waist. He pressed a bruising kiss to my lips, and I could feel it. All the fucking relief that it was over now. Everett was still out there…no doubt a lot richer?—

“I can’t believe that just happened. Fifteen million,” I said in between breathless kisses.

“It wasn’t enough,” he insisted as he undid his jeans with one hand and pulled out his enormous dick…the red outline of my lips stark against the pale skin. “There’s no amount of money that would ever be enough.”

He sat back on the bed, pulling at my legs as I moved into position over his jutting cock. I teased him for a second, sliding my wet folds across his tip.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

“Tell me you want me,” I purred. I felt like a different person. Like I was more.

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