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.”

to strip him of his clothes, raising an eyebrow to ask,

“Oh, Mr. York, so your eyes do work?

undone, Tyrone’s chest was exposed, lean and strong, without

free? Her index finger traced a line down from his sternum, but before it could reach his abdomen, Tyrone caught her hand, “In such a hurry?”

neckline to reveal swathes of skin, her shoulders round and smooth, the black lingerie accentuating her curves in the

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

through the tension, “Stop

an S–curve before slamming to a halt.

harshly, “Get out.”

for him or the fiery beauty in the

repeated, “Get

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linger, stumbling out and running a good

inside the car. The latter leaned into Tyrone’s