Gabriel's POV
"Fine," I whispered, my voice a thin, pathetic thread.
Connor didn’t smile. He simply stood and unbuckled his belt. The heavy leather buckle clacked loudly as it hit the floor.
"Good. Take off the shirt, Gabe. Don’t get sweat on it....I actually like the color."
I pulled the pink tank top over my head. Goosebumps prickled across my bare skin from the cold AC. Bruce was already behind me. He didn’t give me a second to breathe. His thick, calloused hand clamped around my jaw and shoved my face down toward the sofa.
"Get on your knees," Bruce growled, his voice thick with ugly hunger.
I dropped to the rug. The rough fibers scraped my bare knees. Connor stepped in front of me, his thigh pressing against my chest. He didn’t bother using his hands to guide me gently, he fiste
