Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 189

Quintessa's lips curled into a playful smile, and her eyes twinkled with mischief as she said coolly, "Looking for an opportunity? Sure, why not."

In the next instant, Tyrone's hand swiftly snaked under the hem of Quintessa's blouse, his fingers tracing the contours of her waist.

Just as Tyrone was about to speak, Quintessa placed a finger on his lips; her gaze was sultry as she whispered with a raspy seduction, "You've got ten minutes. Quick and decisive, don't hold up my shooting schedule."

Tyrone, initially brimming with enthusiasm, instantly scowled; his mood turned as dark as the bottom of a burnt pan. Through clenched teeth, he retorted, “Ten minutes? Might as well give me one second.”

With her finger slowly outlining Tyrone's lips, Quintessa teased, “After all, it's been three years since you've had the chance. You're not getting any younger. Perhaps you've joined the one-second club by now? Ten minutes is generous, really. But it's your call—take it or leave it.”

Tyrone gave her a chilling look, his eyes concealing a dangerous edge, “Playing games with me?”

Wrapping her arms around his neck and tilting her head, Quintessa feigned innocence, “Not at all. I'm being completely serious. If you can't handle it, no pressure. I won't laugh at you. Just don’t interfere with my work, okay?”

Tyrone pinched her waist and bit down hard on her lip; his intensity almost drew blood immediately. The vibrant red of her now fuller lips seemed all the more enticing, which was a wicked temptation to him.

He licked the wound with the tip of his tongue, and said with an icy voice, “Interfere with your work? I am the investor of this film. You belong to me. If I take you right here, let's see who dares to object. I’ll show you how many ‘seconds’ I've got.”

Quintessa was unfazed by the pain; her blood-stained lips resembled dew-kissed roses in the morning light, exuding an irresistible allure.

Unashamed, Tyrone retorted, “I'm broke, darling. You couldn't even give me enough change to buy a bun, let alone a hotel room.”

Tyrone was determined to have Quintessa today. He was immune to her sarcastic jibes, and numb to any blow to his masculine pride. What mattered was having her in the end, and everything else was pointless chatter.

He truly regretted wasting so much time chasing after Quintessa and playing her games.

Bowing his head, Tyrone pressed his lips to the exposed curve of Quintessa's collarbone, leaving a trail of marks.