Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 33

Quintessa’s laugh was wickedly enchanting, “Besides, I’ve never had the pleasure of making love in a Maybach.”

Her flippant words, laced with a hint of promiscuity, led one to subconsciously assume she had played this game with many men.

From the shadows, Tyrone exuded a chilling aura of fury. Quintessa paid no mind to Tyrone’s rage, reaching out to unbutton his shirt.

To her, the angrier Tyrone got, the better. If he wasn’t mad, what was the point of all this? Surely she wasn’t expected to pacify him? His discontent was her comfort.

Tyrone’s shirt was bespoke, crafted overseas, with even the cufflinks chosen from the finest gems.

As Quintessa undid the buttons, she taunted, “Didn’t you say that my chests and chin are implanted, my waist liposucked, my nose augmented? And you still want to get a room. with me? Quite the peculiar taste.”

didn’t move, leaning back lazily, allowing Quintessa to strip him of his clothes, raising

so your eyes do work? And here I thought

undone, Tyrone’s chest was exposed, lean and strong, without exaggerated muscles, but each defined line hinted at power.

had known about Tyrone’s physique for three years now. Why not feel if it was free? Her index finger traced a line down from his sternum, but before it could

her lips upwards, lifting her dress and pulling down her neckline to reveal swathes of skin, her shoulders round and smooth, the black

chest, “Yes, I can’t wait for you to see if

stern voice cut through the

into an S–curve before

harshly,

the command was for him or the fiery beauty

“Get out.”

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tone was so icy; the driver didn’t dare linger, stumbling out

latter leaned into Tyrone’s embrace, nibbling the soft