Chapter 118 Brutal

• The challenge lingered between them, heavy and stifling as the smell of the burnt oil. Quin’s teeth nipped at his earlobe, her breath hot against his neck, waiting for him to give in or admit defeat.
• Instead, a low growl vibrated through Douglas’s chest and rattled against Quin’s ribs. His grip on her ass tightened, the grease on his hands smearing on her skin and, before Quin could realize what happened, the world spun.
• The metal headrest of the creeper slammed into the concrete floor of the garage in a deafening clang as Douglas used the momentum of his hips to roll them over. Quin’s back hit the hard floor of the garage with a thud, the air whooshing out of her lungs in a sharp exhale. The shock of the freezing floor made Quin feel the coldness against her overheated skin. The man above her was suffocating in heat.