Page 416 of End Game

“Do you want pain?”

“No.”

“Do you want to have choices?”

Fuck.

“No.”

His eyes sharpen. “Good.”

One word.

My shoulders drop an inch.

“Take your clothes off.”

I do.

I don’t joke about it.

Jeans.

Shirt.

Boxers.

Ronan watches without pretending he isn't.

My body reacts to that too.

Obviously.

He comes closer when I'm naked.

His hand rests on my shoulder for just a moment.

“Get on the table.”

I climb onto it.

“On your back.”

Yes.

Easy.

One instruction at a time.

One thing to think about.

He positions me differently than Cami.

Arms strapped down tight, but loose enough that my shoulders stay comfortable.

Wrists into the familiar soft cuffs I’ve seen on her.

Ankles secured too, but with room.