Her lips crashed against mine with the force of a freight train. Not a gentle, tentative kiss, but a bruising claim of ownership. I could taste the anger on her tongue, feel the desperation in her fingers as they dug into my shoulders. All that jealousy I'd been stoking all day had finally ignited, and Natalia Kuzmina was burning up.
For one glorious second, I let her think she was in control. I let her believe this was her show, her conquest.
Then I remembered who the fuck I was.
I wasn't Satori the fat loser anymore. I wasn't even just the new, improved Satori with his mysterious fire powers and workout routine. In this moment, I was Kaelen Leone again.
And Kaelen Leone had never let a woman lead.
