Two Days Before
Luna POV
Marcus’s hand roamed down my back, bold and possessive, cupping me like I already belonged to him. His lips trailed fire across my neck, his teeth scraping, making me shiver. I arched into him, grinding against the heat beneath his pants. God, he knew exactly how rough I liked it—how much I craved being handled, not worshiped.
I tilted my head back, giving him access, feeding off the hunger in his touch. This was where I thrived—in control, but pretending to be consumed. No man ever resisted me. No man dared.
But then—he suddenly pushed me away.
“I can’t—” he murmured, more to himself than to me.
I blinked, stunned, scrambling for my dress. Rejection wasn’t something I understood. No man had ever dared to reject me. Not me, Luna Quinn.
“W-what do you mean
