Yelena rolled her eyes, but her smirk didn't fade. "Oh, so now you're playing the first love card?" She unbuckled her seatbelt, her movements smooth and deliberate as she stood, her gaze locking onto me.
"Fine. If that's how it's going to be…" She sauntered over, her hips swaying just enough to draw my attention, before dropping into the seat beside us, her hand resting on my thigh. "Then I'll just have to remind him who's the most fun."
Natalya's lips crashed into mine, hard and possessive, her fingers tangling in my hair as she claimed me right there in front of them all. The kiss was fierce, demanding, a brand of ownership that left no room for doubt.
When she finally pulled back, her breath was ragged, her eyes dark with triumph. "There," she murmured, her voice husky and satisfied, "my mark." Her thumb brushed over my lower lip, as if to seal the claim, her smirk wicked and unapologetic.
