Her Dirty Professor Series (21+)

She laughs. “This was all too good to be true. You had your fun with the stupid, naive girl.”

I let out a low growl. Fucking Salvatore. I don’t understand how he’s fallen so far so quickly.

Once upon a time, we were childhood friends, and he was a decent man. Neither of us was always on the right side of the law, but we still had a code.

I sigh, gripping the steering wheel with my left hand as I take the note down off the windscreen and drop it back on the seat, then meet Esme’s eyes. “Stop the goddamn cab and come back here and read it for yourself. Then decide.”

Esme

“SURE, SO YOU CAN kidnap me. Is that part of your work?” I shake my head. “No, thanks.”

“Do you really think I’d do that? Look at me, Esme, tell me what you really think.”

I meet Vito’s eyes, and even with the space between the two vehicles, my heart melts. He’s so strong, but I can see the pain in his eyes.

“Please read the note, Esme.”

I let out a sigh. “Fine.” Hanging up without another word, I turn to the driver. “Stop the car, please.”

“Are you crazy, lady? If I stop now, that guy’s going to run right into the back of us.”

“No, he won’t. Just stop the car.”

“If he runs into my cab-”

“Stop being such a drama queen and stop the car!”

He grunts, but I feel him tap the brakes, and Vito falls back behind us. A few moments later the cab driver stops, and I jump out.

“Hey!” he shouts. “You gotta pay me!”

“One sec. I’ll be right back, please just wait. I’ll pay you, just wait…” He rolls his eyes, throwing up his hands, but puts the cab in park at the curb. I don’t want him to leave because I’m sure I’ll be back in the cab and on my way in a minute.

I march back to the Suburban and climb in beside Vito. He thrusts the handwritten note at me, and I start reading.

The note says that he and Salvatore agree that neither has any claim on the other’s businesses, nor will they be liable for any bad debts or legal problems. It’s a clean break without prejudice or bad blood between their families.

He was telling the truth.

I pinch the bridge of my nose as I finish reading what’s written there. “Is this real?”

“Of course it is, Bambina. I wouldn’t ever lie to you.”

I nod. “Well, I’m glad you’re not who I was beginning to think you were. You seemed like a good man, and this whole fairy tale has been amazing. But it’s really just fantasy. I have a real life and people who depend on me. I work for the DA; you and I… we just don’t fit, and besides, I have things I have to deal with right now, and whatever this was between us…” I shake my head. “I don’t know, it’s just not the right time, I guess. Different worlds we live in.”

The reality of that statement hits me hard. My mom and dad need me, and I have no idea how to help, but I do know I will do everything I can to try, including quitting my internship and moving back home… I’ll have to take any job I can. It might be too little too late, but I have to try. After everything else, they can’t lose their home. I won’t let it happen.

“I know that someone you care about is having money problems. That guy you met at the restaurant? His name’s Malcolm, and he’s a friend. He told me about your phone call.”

“My mom,” I say, nodding. “The medical bills have just been piling up. Now they are losing the house.”

“Your mom’s sick?”

“No. My dad. He broke his back. He used to be her rock, used to always be able to pay his way, but then he had an accident. My mom used up all their savings, took out a second mortgage on the house. Now they owe so much they’re on the verge of losing everything. On top of that, Dad’s still getting treatment at a rehab facility, but he’s being kicked out. The foreclosure is nearly done.” I shake my head. “I don’t know why I’m telling you all this, it’s not your problem.”

“Yes, it is.” Vito taps at his phone. “How much do they need?”

I choke out a laugh. “It’s too much.”

The phone starts ringing on the car’s speakers as Vito turns to me. “This is your family, and that makes them my family. I’ve never had anything to use my money for that I really cared about until now. It’s just piling up in bank accounts and safes.”

There’s a click, and an English-accented voice sounds over the speakers. “Vito, unusual to hear from you outside our scheduled meetings. What can I do for you?”

“Hi, Andy, I’ve got someone with me. I need you to make a draw from the Cayman account.” Vito turns to me. “Andy is my accountant. Tell me how much you need.”

I hesitate. It’s sweet that he wants to help, but when I tell him how much my mom owes, he’s going to tell me he can’t help. But when he takes my hand and nods encouragingly, something makes me blurt out the truth. “Seven hundred thousand,” I mutter, bracing myself for what comes next. “Almost three hundred thousand this week, or she loses the house.”

Vito doesn’t blink. “Did you hear that, Andy?”

“Sure. Seven hundred thousand dollars from the cash account. No problem, consider it done. Who shall I pay it to?”

“Pay it to Esme…” A smile plays on Vito’s lips. “I still don’t know your last name.”

I hear my voice as if from a distance, barely able to believe what’s happening. “Tremaine. It’s Tremaine.” My voice catches in my throat, and I realize I’m crying. “But don’t… I don’t want the money. Pay it to Elizabeth Tremaine, that’s my mom.” I give him the address of my mom’s house over the speakerphone.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

“Okay. She’ll have the money by the end of today. Is that all you needed, Vito?”

“Could you also look up the best facility in the country for physiotherapy and make inquiries about transferring a patient as soon as possible? I’ll be paying for the treatment, as well as a rental close by for Esme’s mom. And set up an account in her name with another five hundred thousand to start, then we will go from there.”

“Of course. No problem. I’ll get on it now.”

There’s a click, and the line cuts off, and Vito and I are left alone again.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” I mutter. “Is this real?”

“Esme Tremaine, you’re mine now. I’m going to protect you, and I’m going to look after your family. But part of that deal means you need to tell me if there are ever any problems. I can do whatever is in my power to fix them, but I need to know what they are to do that. You understand?”

I nod and wipe at my tears. “Thank you. There is something else.”

“What, baby? Anything you need, just tell me.”

Taking Vito’s hand, I look into his eyes and choke out a laugh through the tears. “The cab driver is still waiting for me to pay him, and I don’t have any cash.”

Vito

SHE’S RIDING MY DICK like she was created just for my pleasure, and deep down, I believe she was.

In the last two weeks since the shit went down at the restaurant, the number of hours we’ve been apart could be counted on two hands. I moved all her things from her apartment to the house the next day. We’ve fucked, planned, talked, laughed, worked, played and discovered trust-and that in this world, there is magic, and she’s mine.

“You like that, baby? Daddy’s cock deep in your tight pussy?”

She throws her head back and bounces up and down on my dick, her tits swaying and mesmerizing me.

“Yes, Daddy,” she moans, her eyes nearly closed as she quickens the tempo, and I feel her pussy starting to pulse around my cock.

When she cums with a moan, I grip her around the waist and pull her against me as I stand, my cock still buried to the hilt.

I push her against the hotel room wall, the New York skyline dark against the sunrise outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of our suite on Central Park West. Yesterday, we settled her father into a private room at the world’s best spinal cord rehab center here in New York City and got her mom set up in an apartment within walking distance.

I give her a few long, hard strokes before pulling her off my shaft and setting her feet on the floor.

“Nooo,” she complains, and I smile. “More, Daddy. Pleeeease.”

“I’m going to give you more, babygirl. Right now, Daddy’s mouth wants to taste your pussy. I’m going to give it some special kisses just like you like.”

I drop to my knees and spread her feet wide, sliding my tongue into her and smiling as her protests turn to rocking hips and gentle moans of pleasure.

I reach around and grab her ass, still warm from the spanking she got a couple of hours ago for back-talking when I asked her a question, then sticking her tongue out at me when I corrected her.

Her inner brat likes to come out and play now and then, and I welcome it, but I also like to let her know who we are-turns out a nice red ass does the trick. It also turns me the fuck on and makes her wicked horny, so it’s a win-win for everyone.

I lick her seeping gash and lift one leg up and onto my shoulder, plastering her soaking warmth onto my mouth. I crave her taste like an addict craves his next hit, and it’s impossible to count the number of hours I’ve spent eating her until she’s begging me to stop.