Page 188 of King of Ruin

Then slowly, her expression changed.

The softness disappeared.

She looked at him with a cold, fearless stare.

"That's not going to happen," she said firmly. "I have already broken up—"

Xavier leaned closer, his frustration visible in the way his jaw tightened and his fingers curled against the sheets beside her.

“Elise Foster, you need to get this through your head.”

Xavier’s voice was rough, dangerous. His dark eyes locked onto hers, filled with possessiveness.

“You are mine. I am never leaving you. Do you understand?” His jaw tightened as his hand moved around her, holding her close. “Even if I die, you are going to live as my widow.”

His expression hardened, the arrogance and dominance that had always been a part of him rising to the surface.

“In my world, there is no such thing as a break up. There is no other man who gets to have you. There is no one who will take my place.” His fingers tightened slightly, his gaze never leaving hers. “You are going to live with me, Elise.”

A pause followed, heavy with the certainty of his words.

“And you are going to die with me.”

For a few seconds, Elise simply stared at him.

She blinked slowly, almost as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Then her expression turned cold.

“That’s not going to happen. I have already broken up wi—”

She didn’t get to finish.

The moment those words left her lips, something in Xavier snapped.

His hand moved behind her neck, his fingers wrapping around her as he pulled her toward him with a force that stole the rest of her sentence. Before she could react, he shifted above her,his body covering hers completely, leaving her trapped beneath him.

Then his mouth found hers.

Elise pushed against his chest, trying to create distance, but Xavier only tightened his hold.

He kissed her like he was trying to erase the words she had spoken.

By the time she finally managed to break away, her breathing was uneven, her eyes burning with anger as she stared at him.

“Stop kissing me!” Her voice was sharp enough to cut through the silence. “You need to leave now. It’s already morning.”

She glared at him, refusing to look away.

“We are already broken up, Xavier. We are not in a relationship anymore.”

Instead of releasing her, his grip tightened.

“Xavier—”

But he didn’t allow her to finish.

Within moments, he was kissing her again, his restraint completely gone.

He licked every inch of her like a man who had been deprived of something he considered essential to his existence, like he had been starving for her and had finally been given the chance to breathe again.