Page 87 of Trapped With You

In that moment, she was the embodiment of the goddess of revenge, looming above her slain offender. Black hair tousled from battle, expression wild with gratification, chest heaving with satisfactory breaths, and a victorious smile blossoming over her glossy lips.

Glimmering eyes met mine and I smiled back in encouragement.

A vigorous heat pulsated in the connection that bound us. She felt it too, based on the way her lids lowered and her lips parted, sucking in a slow inhale. Ella had never looked sexier to me. I cherished her in all her forms but when she was like this—angry, ruthless, and powerful?

She was a goddamn force to be reckoned with.

I adored it.

The energy escalating between us demanded to be purged.

Once we finished this job, I was stealing my princess away so we could celebrate with dirty words and hard lovemaking under the stars.

“Did you get it out of your system, baby?” The thick quality ofmy voice was laced with so muchwantfor her.

Ella shook her head and grinned. “Not even close.”

I advanced towards her. Grabbing the nape of her neck, I planted a rough kiss on her lips. “You will, before the night is over.”

She liked hearing the reminder of my promise. Smiling, she said, “Your turn, Kill.”

I nipped her bottom lip and withdrew to crouch down next to Kian. He still made noises. Still refused to give up. “Hold him down, sweetheart.”

Ella stepped on his neck again.

I dragged the tip of my knife over his forearm, slicing him open slowly before arriving at his wrist. “I bet you never would have touched her if you knew she was my girl, huh, Kian?”

He didn’t say anything, watching me with a glassy, half-dead look in his eyes.

“Guess we’ll never know.” I smirked and brought down the knife, chopping his left hand.

Kian cried out again, a horror-stricken yell.

I plucked up his severed hand and dragged off the silver watch. Under the light, sapphires encrusted into the bevel gleamed impressively. It must have cost a pretty penny. I whistled. “Sweet watch. Is this what you bought after stealing from us?”

His response was more tortured yells.

In the background, Ella casually popped a gum bubble and stared at her nails as if this was just a casual Friday and she was at the salon, deciding on a new colour.

“Tell you what,” I hollered louder than him to ensure he heard me. “I’m a man who values equality—just ask my girlfriend—so as a result, I’ll chop off your other hand too.”

Not waiting for his reply, I held his right hand down and chopped it with my knife.

His screams of agony faded into the distance as I watched a spray of blood hit Ella’s ankle.

“Oops. I’m sorry, baby.”

“Killian,” Ella chastised like a spoiled diva. “Be careful. You dirtied my new heels.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll buy you another pair.”

“Promise?”

I winked. “Promise.”

Grabbing my loaded gun, I rose over Kian’s frame.

Ella sidled up to me, wrapping her hands around my arm.