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.”

allowing Quintessa to strip him of his clothes, raising

out a cold chuckle, “Oh, Mr. York, so your eyes

and strong,

known about Tyrone’s physique for three years now. Why not feel if it was free? Her index finger traced a line down from

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

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

cut through

S–curve before

harshly, “Get

command was for him or the fiery beauty in

repeated, “Get out.”

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didn’t dare linger, stumbling out and running a good twenty meters

Quintessa inside the car. The latter leaned into Tyrone’s embrace, nibbling the soft flesh of his neck, giggling, “Afraid