Khalifa: Queen in the Apocalypse-Chapter 274: Night Guest (R-18)

Later that night.

At this time, they had already moved to the bedroom, and they were lying comfortably on the bed, just embracing each other like a loving couple as they slumbered.

However, the peace was rudely interrupted when Hugo’s phone reverberated and rang, making the two flinch awake.

"What’s wrong?" She asked, alert by instinct due to her career, but one could tell with how her eyelids were drooping that she was very sleepy.

Hugo pushed down a smile as he gently guided her back to the bed, though he had to do so while answering the call since it sounded so urgent.

"He escaped? Gone to another country?" Hugo uttered as he got out of bed, voice tinged with rage. It also completely shook the slumber out of Khalifa and she sat up, looking at him with wide eyes.

Hugo forced down his anger and smiled at her, leaning down to give her a comforting kiss. He thought she was afraid of Kylo, of his revenge.

"I’ll handle it," he told her. "Don’t worry."

Khalifa nodded and went back to bed, slowly slipping to slumber even with her worried heart.

***

Khalifa was sleeping soundly when her instincts woke her up. She shot up in a defensive position, freezing when she realized there was someone with her.

Her eyes widened as she looked at the person standing at the bottom of the bed. It was a tall handsome man, illuminated only by the moon outside.

"Kylo?! How did you—"

"I have my ways," he said, finding his way to her and pushing her down. As one hand supported his weight, the other hand gripped her neck, and for a moment she thought he’d strangle her.

She also looked at his face, still so handsome, but a lot more haggard.

Before, his hair was always impeccable, but now it was a little messy, giving him a roughian look which was still very attractive.

However, while his face still remained stoic, she could see the emotions expressed by his red eyes.

He was livid, manic.

Like he could destroy the world.

Who wouldn’t be? He must feel livid to be betrayed—and even more angry to see this person having sex with another man after screwing him over.

Looking at him like this, her heart clenched. However, it was not of fear, but of heartbreak.

She wanted to apologize, to tell him she knew the world misunderstood him, but she knew that she lost that right long ago.

There was no way she’d betray her country for him, but she wanted to make it up to him, somehow.

Her hand slid from his muscular arms to his cheek. He was unfazed, coolly looking at her, as if nothing she did at this point could save her life.

She caressed his face, so gentle and loving, and there was a flicker of confusion on his face. However, he immediately hardened himself and she could feel it with how his hand on her neck tightened just a bit.

Khalifa’s eyes lined with tears, and Kylo stared at her without changing expressions.

Kylo was half-expecting her to beg for her life. He wasn’t certain what he’d do to her, but he just wanted… blood.

His dark eyes met her, wondering if he’d see fear or remorse. However, all he saw was apology and… peace?

"If killing me will make you feel better, then do it."

Kylo’s eyes widened in shock and anger. He pressed her neck a bit more, hoping to see a change in expression, but there wasn’t.

Did she make peace? With the fact that he’d kill her?

Something snapped with Kylo and—large palms on her neck—he leaned down and captured her lips.

Her eyes widened in shock, though they eventually closed as she felt his tongue enter her mouth, plundering everything.

He was not gentle—she could feel his anger, and the element of venting in his kiss. However, Khalifa was willing to accept whatever he wanted to subject her to.

She responded to his kisses a bit, wrapping her tongue around his. She could feel him stiffen for a moment, but he continued with his plunder.

At some point, he removed his hand on her neck, his strong arms supporting his weight over her.

She could tell he was not very experienced, but his roughness made her whole body feel tingles.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulder. She hugged him tight, rubbing naked self on him, and it made his kisses even more frantic before he lifted his head—a little abruptly, as if forcing himself away.

He looked at her with dark eyes, biting her lips a bit as if wanting to inflict her pain.

But… Khalifa didn’t mind it at all. Instead, she stared straight at his eyes, making an offer that could cause her her life.

"Do whatever you want with my body, Kylo," she said. "Even if you kill me—"

His azure eyes glinted with darkness and pulled down the blanket that barely covered her body. His eyes stared at her bare figure, making her hot under his stare.

She could feel his anger reigniting though and she had no doubt it was because he saw the marks Hugo made.

He unbuttoned his shirt and unbuckled his belt, revealing a body that was sculpted to perfection.

He released his gargantuan shaft and spread her legs wide open.

Without warning, he slithered in, completely entering her within a few thrusts.

"AHHH~!" She yelled, body arching as she was filled by his large dick. A small tear drop crawled down the side of her face, and Kylo’s sights fixed on it.

"Did it hurt?"

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"Hmn…," she whimpered. In response, Kylo leaned down and bit her shoulders.

"Good," was all he said as he held her hands to the top of her head and began pounding on her wildly.

FWOP! FWOP! FWOP!

The bed creaked in sync, and he moved so intensely that she felt it was a miracle the bed was still standing.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

"Ah, ah, ah! Kylo—AH~"

Her entire body bounced in his movements and he leaned down to take her jiggling mounds, all while his dick was ramming inside of her.

He went so fast that she was just breathlessly moaning by the insane tidal wave of pleasure he was bringing her to.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

He did so for hundreds of thrusts and Khalifa could only succumb, eyes rolling back as she drowned in him.

"AHH~ AH! KYLO, ahhhn~!!"

Her body shook as she released, and he gritted his teeth at the intense suction that it caused.

He pounded a few more times and he let out a masculine groan that was so incredibly sexy Khalifa swore she leaked a bit more.

"Ahh~ Kylo… you fill me up so much…" she whispered and looked him in the eye. His facial expression barely changed, but his face was a bit flushed and he was drenched in sweat.

It was too sexy.

Similarly, Khalifa was also a sight to behold with her gorgeous flushed face and glazed eyes. Not to mention her breasts moved as she heaved deep breaths and it was asking men to consume them.

It didn’t take long for his shaft to spring up inside her again, making the woman let out an elongated moan.

Kylo continued on plundering her like no tomorrow. Perhaps, that was what it was. Khalifa broke a little at that thought, and her body expressed it by clamping on the large dick inside of her.

Kylo groaned, moving even faster, entering a pace that can’t be counted as human anymore.

It was so wild… that she lost consciousness after a couple of rounds.

*

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"Khalifa! Are you alright?"

She blinked, jolted awake when Hugo lifted her to hug.

Khalifa, dazed, was very confused. "What…"

Hugo slightly parted with her and held her face. "We couldn’t trace Kylo and I feared he’d go after you."

He embraced her tightly, shaking in fear and it made her heart soften. "I checked the entire house. There’s no one, fortunately."

Khalifa blinked, a little confused, but she patted his back. "Why are you so worried, then?"

"I don’t know. Instinct, I guess."

"Well, I’m alright."

"Hmn," he said, rubbing his head on her shoulder. "Thank goodness."

The two of them just embraced like this for a while, feeling each other’s warmth. While Hugo’s head was buried on her shoulder, Khalifa couldn’t help but look outside and stare at the full moon.

’Was that really just a dream?’ She asked herself, a little convinced that she was.

Kylo was so pragmatic and unforgiving. How could he possibly sleep with her and then leave her breathing?

However, as she was embraced by Hugo, she raised her hand that had been patting his back, seeing the mark of a rough hand there.