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.”

Quintessa to strip him of his clothes,

a cold chuckle, “Oh, Mr. York, so your eyes do work? And here

strong, without

was free? Her index finger traced a line down from his sternum,

of skin, her shoulders round and smooth, the black lingerie accentuating her curves in

and placed it on her chest, “Yes, I can’t wait for you to

stern voice cut through the tension, “Stop the

an S–curve before slamming to

harshly, “Get

hesitated, wondering if the command was for him or the fiery beauty in the back.

“Get out.”

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

Tyrone’s embrace, nibbling the soft