Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Tyrone hoisted Quintessa into his car and sped off, only to encounter head–on by two police cruisers. He smirked dismissively.

Tyrone caressed Quintessa’s face again, “See? I’m more efficient than any public servant. Now, think about how you’re going to thank

1. me.

Quintessa was still groggy from the sedative, was motionless and obedient. Tyrone found it amusing; she was never this tame. Why not take advantage of the opportunity?

He caressed her face a few more times.

Quintessa opened her eyes to a splitting headache and total darkness. She clutched her head, letting out a groan of pain.

But in the next moment, she bumped into a warm body. She froze, then remembered everything that happened before she passed out.

She had been drugged and nearly kidnapped! And then Tyrone came to her rescue. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Quintessa attempted to sit up briskly but was quickly pulled back down.

A warm body pressed against her. “Stay put. Would you rather be passed around by that group or just be with me?”

His voice was husky, sleepy, and carried a hint of a threat.

Hearing this voice, Quintessa felt relieved. Maybe her luck wasn’t all bad.

She chuckled, despite the pounding in her head. Her eyes sparkled in the night as she retorted, “You’re all dogs, so, being bitten by one isn’t all that bad, is it?”

Tyrone’s sleepiness faded, his hand tracing her waist. Being called a dog didn’t anger him; instead, he laughed. He realized he wasn’t as prideful as he used to be; in the past, he would have surely kicked her for such a remark.

He sniffed her face and taunted, “So you’re choosing to be bitten by this dog, then?”

Tyrone had indeed thought about taking advantage while she was out of it, but seeing the bruises on her legs and body, he had ultimately restrained himself.

Tyrone truly thought to himself, how could he be so good and kind–hearted?

He even regretted that Roxanne had only given Quintessa a plain sedative. Why not something more stimulating? That would make everything proceed naturally.

Quintessa, in great pain, pushed Tyrone’s face away. “Have you always been this shameless since you were a kid?”

“Why do you care if I was shameless as a child? You should only care if I’m adequate enough to please you.”

Quintessa rolled her eyes. “Would you thank a dog that bit you, saying it was a good bite, a pleasing one?”

“Well, it depends on the dog. If it were you, I might actually enjoy it.”

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Quintessa snorted.

She suddenly leaned down and bit Tyrone’s neck.

Tyrone cursed!

After a moment, Quintessa lifted her head, blood on her teeth. She licked the blood from the corner of her mouth. “Does it feel good?”

Tyrone winced in pain. “Yeah, great.”

Quintessa inwardly cursed him out.

She didn’t want to dwell on this issue with Tyrone and changed the subject. “What about those people?”

Tyrone still inhaled sharply from the pain, touching the wound on his neck. It was sticky with blood and Quintessa’s saliva.

He wondered what had gotten into him to put up with this humiliation. After all, he had saved her, right?

“The cops nabbed them, of course. Come sunrise, you’ll have to give a statement!”

Feeling somewhat aggrieved, Tyrone added, “I did save you, Quintessa. Shouldn’t you at least thank me?”