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I barely slept after discovering the truth.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the old news articles, the victim statements, and the pattern — desperate young women, financial help, contracts, blackmail, and then total control.
I was just the latest one.
But I couldn’t let Damon know I knew. Not yet.
So when he woke up the next morning and pulled me against his hard body, I pretended to be his obedient little girl.
“Morning, Daddy,” I whispered softly, pressing my ass back against his morning wood.
Damon groaned deeply, his hand sliding between my legs to find me already wet — partly from fear, partly from the way my body had been conditioned to respond to him.
“Such a good girl already,” he murmured, kissing my neck as he pushed two thick fingers inside me. “Daddy’s little cu
