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.”

leaning back lazily, allowing Quintessa to strip him of his clothes, raising

Mr. York, so your eyes do work? And here I thought you

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

now. Why not feel if it was free? Her index finger traced a line down from his sternum, but before it could reach his abdomen, Tyrone caught her

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

can’t wait for you to see if

voice cut through the tension, “Stop the car.”

S–curve before

harshly, “Get

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

repeated, “Get

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driver didn’t dare linger, stumbling out and

Quintessa inside the car. The latter leaned into Tyrone’s embrace, nibbling the soft flesh of