She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 285

AJ shook his head frantically. He had only been trying to stall for time.

He had intended to call Miles; he never wanted anything bad to happen to his sister.

Seeing his bloodshot eyes and relentless struggling, the blonde thug delivered a swift, brutal strike to the back of his neck with a metal pipe. AJ immediately went limp, knocked out cold.

Inside the VIP room, a burning heat swept through Quinn's veins. A feverish, luminous pink flushed her skin, and her limbs grew so heavy she could barely stand.

Within moments, an overwhelming wave of heat surged through her, hijacking her senses.

She bit down hard on her lower lip, using the sharp pain to cling to her slipping consciousness.

But the heat only intensified, clouding her mind and pulling a hazy, misty veil over her vision.

Bruiser rubbed his hands together, closing in with a lecherous grin. His massive, heavy frame loomed over her, radiating a suffocating threat.

His fingers reached eagerly toward her flushed cheek, ready to claim what he wanted.

"Don't touch me!"

Sensing the danger closing in, Quinn wrapped her arms around herself and stumbled backward, desperate to find a place to hide.

When she slapped his hand away, the brief contact with her skin sent a jolt of arousal through Bruiser. He muttered something vile.

"Such soft, radiant skin on this one."

Retreating further, Quinn spotted a rolling wine bottle on the floor.

Swaying dangerously, she tried to reach for it to use as a weapon.

But her legs were entirely useless, refusing to support her weight.

"Spend the night with me, sweetheart, make me happy, and who knows? Maybe I'll wipe your brother's debt clean."

"Don't... touch me!"

Quinn swatted at him again. Her eyes were glazed with tears, her glare meant to be fierce, but her voice came out as a soft, breathless whimper.

The sound only fueled Bruiser's lust. "Damn, sweetheart, that voice of yours is driving me wild."

"You must be burning up, huh? Heh heh... let me help you take the edge off."

He lunged for her arm, intending to yank her into his embrace.

Miles was dressed in an immaculate, expensive black suit, his mere presence radiating a lethal, suffocating pressure.

His dark eyes were sharp as ice, and as he took in the scene, the murderous rage in his gaze looked ready to tear the room apart.

Through her hazy, tear-filled vision, Quinn barely registered the sharp, striking contours of the man's face.

A flicker of surprise crossed her eyes, quickly swallowed by a tidal wave of sorrow and bitterness.

The memories she had buried so deeply, the past she had tried so hard to forget, rushed back.

The man who had once pulled her out of the shadows from a gang of thugs in that alleyway had appeared just in time to save her again.

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The unbearable heat wracking her body forced her to curl into a tight ball, as if that was the only way to find some relief.

Bruiser froze, furious that someone had interrupted his fun. Snapping out of his daze, he bellowed in rage.

"Who the hell do you think you are? Busting in here to ruin my night—you looking for..."

Before he could finish, Miles delivered a brutal kick, sending Bruiser flying backward.