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“You’re late,” he said quietly.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I said quickly, forcing a sweet smile. “Traffic was terrible and...”
He stood up slowly.
Before I could react, he crossed the room in two strides and slapped me hard across the face.
The force sent me stumbling backward into the wall. My cheek burned, and I tasted blood in my mouth.
“You think you can disobey me?” he snarled, grabbing my throat and slamming me against the wall. “After everything I’ve done for you? After I saved your pathetic life?”
“Damon— stop— I’m sorry!” I gasped, tears filling my eyes.
He slapped me again, harder this time, on the other cheek. My head snapped to the side.
“You’re mine, Lara,” he growled, choking me tighter. “You signed the f*****g contract.
You belong to me. And you think you can come
