Ares was going to end up bruising her arm again. How many bruises was Luna going to have by Ares over her life at this rate? "You can't afford me," Luna said, making it sound far easier than it felt. She made a slight attempt at removing her arm, but found exactly what she'd expected: that there was literally no give. Luna knew that though. She'd been fucked by this man, and was well aware of his strength.