Lunaβs expression twisted, not in pain but in the violation of it all. But with his fingers on her like that she couldnβt stop her body reacting, gasping and pushing a little more against him. If she could find any pleasure at all in tonight, Luna figured she should at least try. Ares didnβt strike her as a giving lover.
Just think of it like a scene, she told herself, closing her eyes for a moment, trying to picture that it was anyone else. Maybe that it was Issac, who smelled good and laughed with her as soon as the camera was off, who asked if she was okay after something rougher than expected. Issac was good at being a mean brute for the camera, good at pushing her around, but once they were dressed it was different.
So⦠she could pretend it was Issac. Pretend she was acting.
Luna opened her eyes and moved her hips against Ares, a breathless moan on her lips.