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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...