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“Fuck, Daisy… finger me deeper. I love being your forbidden girl. Grind harder rub your pussy on my leg too.” We tribbed in the waterfall pool, breasts pressed together, water splashing as our hips moved. I kept fingering her, curling against that spot while sucking her neck. “Such a dirty step sister, getting fucked by my fingers in nature. Beg me not to let you come yet.” “Please, Daisy… edge me. Make me wait. I need it,” she whimpered, grinding desperately.

Daisy POV After her mother was totally whole, instead of stopping, she didn't, meaning she may have gotten addicted to it. Until someone had her one night, and that same person, who seemed to be a fraudster, started threatening her with her sexual videos and nudes. She was ashamed of herself. She started doing the fraudster's bidding, until she couldn't meet up with the demand any longer and started hating herself for taking this path to begin with. "I can't believe she got cornered," I declared.

I consider it as I wrap the towel around my waist. Walking to my bed I lie back, looking through any contacts that Alex or Alesandro had. I find myself falling asleep, unable to keep my eyes open any longer. Waking, I feel lips against mine, my eyes open and I see Daisy. Not thinking, I begin to close my eyes again as I feel her grasp my cock they shoot open. I go to move, to find my arms tied down. Groaning I look at her, her hand moving slowly taunting me.

“Is everything okay?” He didn’t answer right away. Instead he turned his laptop toward me. My OnlyFans page was open. One of my most popular videos—the full version of the black lace tease—was playing on mute. My own face, partially masked but unmistakable to someone who lived with me, filled the screen. I felt the blood drain from my face. “Damien… I can explain—”

Her voice was casual, entrepreneurial, like selling nudes on OnlyFans, but this was next level. Comments exploded. 'Show that pussy!' 'Make it hurt.' I tossed in a hundred bucks for a private zoom, my cock leaping back to attention.

"Speak. Stop stammering like an idiot." I just look pathetic to them. I swallow hard and start. "Dahlia has gotten allies to fight this war with her. Multiple rogue groups... all under the command of one powerful wolf." Daisy scoffs but I only continue. "His name is Trent. I'm sure you've heard of him... I..." Daisy gasps out loud while Xander interrupts. "Are you telling me the truth?" I nod while he steps forward. "Why did you come here? This could give you an edge in the war that's headed your way. What's your angle?"

I must have had ten orgasms in all, and the two of us slept like corpses. David did ask me several times, that night and the next day, what had brought on his sudden good fortune. I certainly couldn't tell him that my hot pants were the product of my reaction to his friend. Instead, I gave him the old Mona Lisa smile, and said, "Sometimes a girl just suddenly realizes what she's got and feels kinda grateful for it." It wasn't the truth, or at any event not the whole truth, but it made David happy, and it fended off a question I really didn't want to answer.

I would have never pictured myself friends with Bloom. Are we even friends? I think we are—or maybe she's just tolerating me because she has to tutor me. I don't know but I don't mind her—which is surprising because a lot of people annoy me. Bloom—she's just pure and wholesome and—I don't know. She just makes me want to keep her safe—or some ridiculous sappy shit like that. What does piss me off though—is that jackass Evan she's dating. How the hell does someone as kind and pure as Jasmine date a piece of shit like Evan.

**Chapter 103: Exposed** The video was everywhere. By morning, every major news outlet, gossip site, and social media platform had clipped, slowed down, or looped the most damning segments. My voice—breathy, broken, crying out “Daddy, please”—played on repeat. The sound of leather striking skin. The wet, obscene rhythm of Damien fucking me from behind. My tear-streaked face twisted in pleasure and surrender. #VossBDSM leaked. #DaddysGoodGirl trended worldwide. Memes. Reaction videos. Late-night hosts making jokes. Religious groups calling for my children to be taken away. Feminist commentators debating whether I was empowered or brainwashed.

Some started defending Daisy. "Maybe we’re being too harsh." "She hasn’t done anything illegal." "Where is she now?" I needed to act fast. I opened a blank page. Title: **The Real Daisy – A Deep Dive** I began typing everything. Every rumor. Every photo. Every file. I linked everything together. A full story. Not a video. A written article. I posted it at noon. It hit like a bomb. The website crashed. People shared it everywhere. And then... A reply.