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“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.
“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.”
13
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.
