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Up,” Bryan demands.

I don’t understand at first, but then he grasps my hips and pushes me toward the table. “Up on your knees. Like a dog.”

Humiliation colors my face. What the hell? No. No way did I agree to this.

One of the men in the corner with red hair and a slight gut licks his lips and then reaches out, grabbing my breast and squeezing. I yank back even as his eyes flare at the contact