Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Quintessa shot Tyrone a disdainful glance, “If it weren’t for your fancy title and deep. pockets, I’d seriously consider kicking you where it would end your family line.”

She meant every word. In fact, Quintessa had entertained the thought of kicking Tyrone to

death.

Her dress hung loose around her frame, the zipper undone in the back, offering little to no coverage for her upper body. Her exposed skin, as white as alabaster, was almost completely revealed to Tyrone.

The sight before him was undeniably tempting, the kind that could lure any man into sin.

He remembered how Quintessa had called her assistant over to help with her dress, and it had lit a fire in his chest. Hearing her spiteful words now, he couldn’t hold back any longer. With a sudden move, his head dipped, and he bit the skin on her chest.

“End my line, huh? You’re vicious! Dare to mention how many men you’ve been with again, and I’ll make sure you never lay eyes on another man.”

Quintessa winced, sucking in a breath through her teeth, “Oh please, as if you’re not one of them?”

Tyrone felt his own anger spike, “Quintessa, you really are too much, aren’t you? Letting a man undress you?”

She just laughed, “And what’s wrong with that? It’s not like you haven’t undressed met before. I’d advise you to be a bit more gentle, Mr. York. Wouldn’t want to burst my saline implants, now would we?”

She had known all along it was Tyrone who had entered the room, pretending not to

Just for the fun of it. She knew exactly how to pique his interest, always keeping him on the edge, never letting him have what he wanted.

Tyrone released the tender flesh from his mouth, unable to bring himself to bite as cruelly as she had done earlier. A red mark would no doubt remain for a couple of days.

He hooked a finger under Quintessa’s chin, gazing at her lips, “You really do have a fiery temper.”

Quintessa put on an air of indifference, “Do you want something else?”

“I do want something.”

“Then spit it out and get out.”

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Quintessa laughed, her hand finding its way around Tyrone’s neck, her lips close to his ear. She said slowly, “Sorry, I’m just not interested in sleeping with you anymore.”

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His body pressed down upon her with force, “Do you really think you have a say in this?”

Quintessa’s back was against the cold wall, discomfort creeping over her.

She didn’t bother to look at Tyrone, instead staring at the ceiling light, “No, I don’t. After all, you’re Tyrone York, heir to the York family. Who could you possibly not bed? But here’s the thing–my nose is

packed with silicone, my face is full of hyaluronic acid, and my chest is fake. I’m hardly your type, Mr. York. Wouldn’t it be beneath you?”

With a flick of his finger, Tyrone let her dress fall from her arm, “Today, I’m exactly in the mood for silicone, saline and hyaluronic acid.”

Suddenly, a wave of irritation washed over her, and glaring at Tyrone, she cussed out through gritted teeth, “Are you sick in the head, Tyrone? I’m not in the mood for your games, so back off.” This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Tyrone’s gaze turned gradually fierce, “Back off?”

She was the one who started this, and now he was the one at fault? His temper flared, and he gripped her waist tightly, lifting her dress.

Quintessa felt a hint of fear, pushing at him, “Don’t you dare.”

He didn’t listen. With a rip, the dress tore open. Tyrone had made up his mind to have his way with her, right then and there.