Chapter 005: Beautiful Sin

Khalifa rolled his tongue inside Amelia’s mouth, savoring the fresh mint of her breath mixed with liquor.

Tightening his grip on her backside, he lifted her upper body slightly, bringing her closer to him.

A low groan escaped Khalifa's lips as his eyes settled on Amelia's perky, erect nipples. He slowly lowered his head and gently caught one between his teeth, teasing it with careful bites.

Amelia let out a low, draggy moan as she felt an electric sensation surge through her. Her toes curled as Khalifa bit gently at her nipples, one after the other. The moment his tongue replaced his teeth, she felt a warm, slimy liquid slip into her panties from her entrance.

Khalifa slowly raised his head, his eyes locking onto Amelia's face. They were drowsy from the excess alcohol he had consumed outside when he stomped out earlier, and also from the excess dopamine surging through him. “Do you want me?”

Amelia bit her lower lip softly. A rosy flush spread across her cheeks beneath Khalifa's intense gaze.

Heat flared beneath her skin at his blunt question.

Desire flickered in her doe eyes as her gaze lingered on every sharp contour of his face. Her eyes traced his strong, sculpted jaw, which looked as though it had been carved from stone, before drifting to his prominent cheekbones that accentuated his arched brows, then finally to his piercing eyes that seemed to understand every language of her desire. The longer she stared, the harder it became for her to remember to breathe.

“Is it the alcohol, or is he truly this sinfully handsome?” Amelia wondered, her fingers gently tracing the contours of his face. “Just one glance at him was enough to ruin good judgment.”

Khalifa lightly spanked her backside. “Do you want to moan my name, Amelia Mourer?” he asked again, a confident smirk playing at the corners of his wet lips.

“Ouch! Yes.. I w-want to…” Amelia whispered breathlessly, her voice trembling.

“Naughty bitch,” Khalifa said as he strode toward his master suite with Amelia's legs wrapped around his waist, and his one arm supporting her while the other pushed the door open.

Walking into his master suite, Khalifa switched on the blue light. He gently placed Amelia on the king-sized fluffy bed.

Amelia blushed hard as she caught sight of the

prominent bulge beneath Khalifa's trousers. She tucked a few loose strands of hair behind her ears, tilting her head slightly at Khalifa's mischievous grin.

“Want to put on some cool jams while we enjoy ourselves?” Khalifa asked flirtatiously, his baritone voice stirring emotions she could no longer ignore and sending heat pooling between her legs.

“Anything you want…” Amelia replied, her legs clasping together involuntarily.

Khalifa turned on the music in the blink of an eye, and before he could make it back to the bed, Amelia jumped into his arms.

Amelia kissed Khalifa fiercely, her entire body burning with desire. Her fingers hastily unbuttoned Khalifa's shirt before flinging it onto the floor.

As Amelia worked on Khalifa's shirt, he unbuckled and pulled off his belt, sliding his trousers down his well-toned legs.

Amelia's fingers threaded through Khalifa's silky jet-black hair. A mischievous smile tugged at her lips as her hand slowly trailed downward. Her smile widened as she felt his hardness stir beneath the fabric of his boxers.

Khalifa let out a low, guttural moan as Amelia slipped her hand into his boxers. His hands found her breasts, squeezing them gently while his fingers rolled over her nipples in slow, teasing strokes.

In one swift motion, Khalifa swept a hand through Amelia's hair, gathering it into a messy bun.

With his eyes burning with desire, Khalifa gripped Amelia's waist and bent her forward before turning her backside toward his groin.

With one hand, Khalifa lifted the hem of Amelia's skimpy skirt, while the other tugged her panties down, exposing her bare skin.

Khalifa's breath hitched in his throat as his eyes devoured Amelia's exposed backside. His gaze slowly trailed over her straight and sexy legs, lingering on the dainty gold anklet adorning her ankle.

Clearly pleased by the sight before him, Khalifa reached for the bedside drawer, pulled out a stack of cash, and playfully spanked her backside with it.

“You're so beautiful and spotless,” Khalifa murmured before scooping Amelia into his arms and carrying her to the king-sized bed.

Without wasting a second after landing on the bed, Amelia parted her legs, her wet entrance directly in front of Khalifa's face.

Khalifa let out a light laugh at Amelia's readiness. “That's my bitch,” he said, sliding a finger into her.

Amelia moaned softly as she adjusted herself slightly on the bed, her fingers gripping the duvet tightly as emotions she couldn't put into words overpowered her senses.

“Aren't you making a mistake, Amelia? He belongs to your elder sister!” a small voice crept into her head.

Amelia's eyes flew open. She immediately caught Khalifa's hands, stopping him from going further.

“What is it? You don't want me anymore?” Khalifa asked, his brows knitting together in confusion.

Amelia opened her mouth to answer, but no words came out.

“Was I too fast with it? Did I hurt you?” Khalifa asked as he sat beside her on the bed. Concern clouded his eyes as he waited for Amelia's reply.

“No…I-I’m your sister-in-law. We shouldn't be doing this,” Amelia finally managed to say.

“And who gives two fucks?” Khalifa asked, a hint of annoyance crossing his face.

“I mean—”

Amelia's words were cut short when Khalifa captured her lips in a kiss.

Khalifa slipped his hand between Amelia's thighs, gently parting them. He leaned over her, steadying himself with his hands on either side of her head.

“Are you okay with this position, or do you want to ride me?” Khalifa asked, stealing another kiss from Amelia.

A rosy flush crept across Amelia's cheeks. She wrapped her slender arms around Khalifa's lean waist.

“Let's go with this position first. Then I'll ride you afterward. What do you think?”

“Perfect,” Khalifa replied, a wide smile spreading across his dangerously calm face.

He slowly lowered his head, taking one of Amelia's nipples into his mouth. As he sucked on it gently, a low, breathless moan escaped Amelia's lips.

Amelia kept arching her back, pressing her breasts closer to his mouth, unable to control the intense pleasure coursing through her.

“Amelia, how would Hailey feel if she found out about this?” the small voice crept into her head again, this time more relentless than before.

Amelia almost rolled her eyes at her guilt-ridden conscience.

“I don't give a bloody damn. She should have thought about that before she rode Orton till he climaxed, knowing fully well that I've loved him for years.” Amelia screamed back in her head.

Without wasting another second, Amelia grabbed Khalifa's manhood, guiding it into her wet entrance gently.

At that split second, a sudden, sharp shadow flickered against the gap beneath the bedroom door.