Page 430 of End Game

A lot of things.

But not this.

Not yet.

That doesn't make me more important.

Doesn't make me first in any way that matters.

It's just… unexpected.

Ronan's thumb strokes my cheek. “No assumptions.”

My fingers tighten around the clicker.

Click.

One.

His breath changes.

“Again.”

Click.

Green.

I want to say “Yes, please, fuck me.”

Ronan kisses my forehead.

“Good boy.”

I melt.

Actually fucking melt.

Then his mouth is beside my ear.

“Do you want to be good for me?”

Click.

My chest rises.

Falls.

“Do you want to be my good toy and let me use you?”

The words should feel wrong.

Maybe from someone else they would.

I don't like being degraded.

This isn't that.

Toy doesn't mean worthless.