Free Little Brats: Eva: Forbidden Taboo Erotica by Selena Kitt

 
    “Moya mat' razrushila moyu zhizn!'” Eva managed to get the words out to her Russian friend on the screen. She didn’t know what she would do without Skype. Probably die of loneliness. But Lily was five thousand miles away—even if it seemed like she was in the same room—along with all of Eva’s old friends, her school, her whole entire life she’d had to leave behind.
    The sound of her bedroom door creaking caught her attention and Eva saw a glimpse of Daniel out of the corner of her eye. Her stepfather’s six-foot frame loomed and when he knew he’d been seen, he emerged fully into her room.
    “Your mother ruined your life?” He cocked his head, speaking in Russian, even though he knew her mother had forbidden them both. They spoke it when they were alone together anyway, like a secret. Daniel’s Russian wasn’t great—he’d learned it quickly, a loving gesture for his mail-order bride—but he spoke well enough for them to understand each other. Eva appreciated the gesture, the familiar sound of her native tongue, even if her mother didn’t. Tatyana spoke excellent English. She prided herself on it, and her new husband’s efforts to please her with his broken Russian had gone from being initially unappreciated to outright rebuked over time.
    “What has she done now?” Daniel raised his brows over those kind, dark eyes of his.
    “Hello, Mr. Kingman!” Lily waved from the laptop screen, speaking English.
    “Hello, Lily.” He leaned over to smile at Eva’s far-away friend as he reached for the laptop’s power button. “Eva has to go now. Bye, Lily!”
    The screen went dark. Eva could see her own reflection in it. Her face was still wet with tears and she swiped at them, angry at herself, at her mother. At everything and everyone. Except for him. She lifted her face to meet his knowing gaze, biting her lip to try to keep her feelings in check, but she wondered how much he saw, how much he knew. Sometimes she thought it was nothing, sometimes she thought it was a great deal.
    “What is it, kisa?” he asked, using a term of endearment that made her feel both small and loved—“kisa” meant “kitten” in her native language. “Did you fight again?”
    Eva shook her head, turning her cheek toward the hand stroking her dark hair. His fingers were calloused and rough, but it was no wonder. He’d made his money as the third generation of his family to run Kingman Stables where they trained and breed Champion horses. She looked up and met his eyes. He wasn’t huge, but his body had been etched by manual labor, and his heart was twice the size of the man himself.
    He often denied himself to the point of frugality, but he was more than generous with her and her mother. The man had been the only father figure she’d ever really known, even though she’d come to his house full grown. Sure, men had paraded in and out of her mother’s life, but most had paid her no more interest than her cool, self-indulged mother.
    “Is it so awful?” he asked in Russian, stroking her cheek with those calloused fingertips. He smelled earthy, but clean, a familiar scent—hay and Old Spice. “Am I so awful?”
    “No, not you.” She shook her head vehemently. “Never you.”
    His patience with her—and her mother—rivaled all she’d ever known of men. She only shook her head, wanting to tell him everything she’d just revealed to her friend, the truth of her life here in America, but she held back, more out of fear that she’d break down completely if she went through it all again.
    “You can tell me, solnyshko.” Another Russian term of endearment— little sun —he shared only with her. He probably would have called her mother those things, but her mother didn’t like hearing anyone speak Russian. Her mother had been the one who wanted to come to America, who wanted all things American, from American beer to American Express to an American man of her very own. “I just want to make you