Page 721 of End Game

His gaze lands on me with a sadistic smile.

“Good.”

Then he looks away and continues running the room.

I have never been happier to have limited visibility.

I know they’ve changed positions several times, but I lost track of who is where.

And who is fucking Cami

Or if someone is fucking Cami.

I’m too busy resisting the urge to suck.

Every once in a while I have to swallow because I’m a living human being who needs to breathe.

Every time I do, Ronan’s cock twitches enough to let me know he feels it.

Ronan tells Griffin to hold Cami's hips.

He tells Micah not to change pace.

He asks Cami for her color.

She says, “Green.”

He asks whether she wants them to continue.

She says, “Yes.”

Then he gives her permission to come. “You want to come, Sweetheart? Show me.”

The sound she makes is unreal.

She shakes hard enough that I can see it under the table.

Griffin curses.

Micah groans.

Cami's hand slaps against the wood above me.

The table vibrates.

I look up at Ronan.

He watches her climax.

Then looks down at me, grips my hair, and thrusts once.

I whimper.

“Good boy.”

His restraint is fucking unbelievable.

Then Micah says above us, “Ronan?”