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

happy.”
    “You’re the only good thing about this place.” She felt her chin quiver.
    “I want this to be your home.” He sat on the bed, patting it beside him.
    “It is. Daniel—you are,” she assured him. “I just… I miss things.”
    “What things? What do you miss?” He patted the bed again and this time she went.
    With the grace of a dancer, she slid onto the bed next to him, leaving perhaps an inch between them, his legs covered in worn jeans, hers half-covered by a tight cotton skirt that stretched over the full curves of her hips and generous thighs. Eva was curvy, breasts filling every inch of her thin shirt, and she couldn’t help comparing herself to her mother, the woman her stepfather slept beside each night.
    Where her mother had an hour-glass figure, thin where she needed to be and curves in all the right places, Eva just had curves. While not exactly fat, no one would accuse her of being thin either. Eva’s long dark hair fell in waves over her full chest, strands slipping where the V-neck of her shirt revealed the creamy flesh of the tops of her breasts. The contrast of colors she appreciated, though so far, few others seemed to share her opinion. Her mother’s hair, the same rich color of a dark roast coffee, the woman kept in a sort, sophisticated cut, not a strand ever touching her shoulders.
    Where Eva preferred to go more natural, only some lip gloss and eyeliner, maybe a touch of blush, her mother spent hours applying makeup, the thick lines of black eyeliner she wore only accentuating her sharp, Russian features, making her look even more intense, if that was possible. The woman’s gaudy clothes, the ones she thought so high class, in Eva’s mind only made her mother look like one of the over-done Barbie dolls on that Real Wives TV show the woman spent hours watching, like she was studying it for an American citizenship test or something equally as important.
    When she caught her stepfather following her own gaze, taking in her body with his mouth slightly open, he moved with a jerk to begin studying the carpet. His hands now gripped his own thighs, the tips of his fingers turning white with the effort.
    “What do you miss, little one?” he prompted her again and she saw he was looking at her, drinking in her body with his eyes.
    “My friends. My school. My… life.”
    “Can’t you make a life here? With me?” He swallowed, an audible click, his next words like a reminder for them both. “And your mother.”
    “My mother.” Eva sighed.
    “She loves you.”
    “She doesn’t even know I’m alive.” She rolled her eyes at the thought. “I’m just an appendage. She takes me along with her wherever she goes.”
    “Didn’t you want to come here?”
    “No.” It was the truth. She had to say it, even if it hurt him when she did. “I had nowhere else to go. And she wanted… you.”
    “She wanted America.” There was a painful knowing in his eyes.
    “Yes,” Eva admitted quietly.
    “She got stuck with me.”
    “She got lucky.”
    Daniel’s eyes lit up at her words, but they both knew that Eva’s mother didn’t feel lucky, getting stuck with Daniel. She didn’t feel lucky at all.
    “But you’re unhappy.”
    “It’s her fault, not yours,” Eva reminded him. “It’s just… if I was home in Russia, I’d be going to open mic night with Lily right now, reading my poetry in the café.”
    “I didn’t know you write poetry.” He raised his eyebrows in surprise, a smile fluttering on his lips.
    “There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” she confessed, swallowing hard.
    “I’d like to find out.” His fingers brushed her cheek as he tucked a piece of hair behind her ears.
    “You’re sweet, Daniel.” Sometimes she thought he was too sweet—especially for a shark like her mother.
    “I love you.”
    Those words. They made her heart swell.
    “I just…” She looked down at her hands in her lap. “I wish I could fit in.”
    “You’re a beautiful