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Some women are born to command attention. Others? They crave to surrender it.

Luna was a firestorm of independence, wrapped in cashmere and high heels. She spoke her mind, lived by her own rules, and never once questioned the power she held over men. Until Luther.

He didn't chase her. He didn't flirt. He didn't ask. He simply looked—and her knees nearly buckled.

In his silence, there was dominance. In his words, control. And when he said her name, it didn't sound like a greeting. It sounded like ownership.

Luna never thought she'd fall for the rules of a man who lived in shadows, who claimed obedience as pleasure, and who never—ever—collared a submissive.

But desire is a dangerous game when it blurs with need. And Luna? She was about to beg for something she never thought she'd want: to be claimed.

To be... his.