Page 135 of King of Jealousy


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The jealousy on his face was so obvious now that it almost looked vicious.

Meanwhile, Amara simply looked at him with a smirk on her face before trying once more to move past him.

Again, Elias blocked her instantly. This time, Amara’s patience finally snapped.

“For god’s sake! We’re already divorced, Elias,” she said sharply.

Her eyes lifted and locked onto his without backing down.

“The men I have around me now—or had before—have nothing to do with you!”

Elias’s expression hardened.

Amara crossed her arms tightly over her chest before continuing.

“We have nothing to do with each other now. Whatever relationship we had already ended.”

Her gaze didn’t waver from his.

“You don’t have the right to ask me anything anymore.”

Elias went completely still for one sharp second.

Then his jaw clenched hard.

Anger flashed openly across his face as he stared down at her, his chest rising heavily. His brows lifted slightly, almost in disbelief, but the look in his eyes was far darker than disbelief alone. It looked wounded. Furious.

“Really?” he asked quietly.

The dangerous calm in his voice made Amara’s stomach tighten.

“We have nothing to do with each other anymore?”

He took one step closer.

“You have nothing to do withmeanymore?”

“No, I don’t,” Amara answered coldly.

The words had barely left her mouth before Elias suddenly grabbed her face.

His fingers closed around her jaw firmly, and before she could even react, he yanked her toward him.

Amara stumbled forward with a startled gasp.

Then his mouth crashed against hers.

The kiss was sudden. Fierce.

It stole every thought from her head instantly.

For the first second, she froze completely in shock, a sharp breath catching in her throat. But Elias didn’t give her even a moment to recover.

His mouth moved against hers hungrily, almost desperately.

He kissed her like a man who had been starving for years and had finally snapped.

His lips captured her lower lip first, sucking on it roughly before his tongue brushed over the softness of it in a slow, devastating stroke. Then his mouth shifted to her upper lip, drawing it between his lips before moving back down again.