Page 774 of End Game

Mostly Ronan.

His voice had been the only thing in the room that never moved.

The flogger moved. Griffin touched me. Dex eventually touched me. The rope tightened and shifted as my body reacted. Even my own sense of where I existed seemed to change once I couldn't see anything.

Ronan's voice stayed exactly where I needed it.

Show me.

And my traitorous fucking body did.

Twice.

In front of everybody.

That part is new.

He's talked me into coming before. I know exactly what his voice can do to me when he strips away everything else I normally use to orient myself.

Until tonight, no one else knew exactly what it looked like.

Now Micah knows.

Griffin knows.

Dex definitely knows, considering I'm pretty sure he nearly broke the gag trying to make noise through it.

I should probably be embarrassed.

Instead, warmth pools low in my belly again.

Apparently humiliation is still a hard limit, but being witnessed while Ronan demonstrates that he can basically hack my nervous system is not.

Good to know.

“Cami?”

I blink.

Ronan is still in front of me.

“Sorry.”

His mouth twitches. “You don't need to apologize. I'm checking that you're actually back enough to continue.”

Continue.

Oh.

Right.

We're not done.

That realization hits my body before my brain catches up. Heat rolls through me so quickly my knees soften, and Griffin tightens his arm around my waist.

I laugh quietly. “Yeah. I'm back.”

Ronan studies me.