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, “Upset?”

cold chuckle, “Oh, Mr. York, so your eyes do work? And here I thought you had a vision problem.”

exposed, lean and strong, without exaggerated muscles, but each defined line

now. Why not feel if it was free? Her index finger traced a line down from

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

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

through the

S–curve before slamming to a halt.

commanded harshly, “Get out.”

for him or the

“Get

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dare linger, stumbling out and running a good twenty

Tyrone and Quintessa inside the car. The latter leaned into Tyrone’s embrace,