Selena Kitt’s *Daddy's Favorites*—where naughty thoughts and wicked temptations bring the taboo fantasy to life.
Eva doesn't fit in at community college. The kids all say she talks funny and it's true--her Russian accent makes her a target for a lot teasing. She can't help it if her mother came to the U.S. as a mail-order bride--with her daughter in tow.
Eva's mother keeps reminding her that they should be grateful her stepfather agreed to accept Eva, too, but her mother doesn't know everything.
The real secret is that Eva's new daddy agreed to the marriage because he wanted Eva.
And worse, the thing Eva really can't tell her mother--she wants her daddy too.
Warning: This title contains shamelessly wicked displays of taboo sex so hot—careful!—it may just melt your ereader!
Word Count: 12,000
“You read beautifully,” he told her. “No surprise, as you are beautiful, each and every curve of you. Dare I ask you to let me see more? I know it’s wrong. So very wrong. But I want you so very much…”
“It’s the only thing that’s right,” she whispered, voice shaky as she fought tears. “You’re the only person in the world who has ever loved me…”
“Oh, Eva, I do.” His hand, big, strong, touched her thigh. “So very much. The thought of you feeling unloved and unhappy, it breaks my heart. I bought you that book, hoping it might make you happy.”
“It does.” She smiled even as she set it aside. “But you know what would make me even happier?”
“What, my little kisa?” His hand moved higher, massaging. “Anything. Anything at all. Name it and it’s yours.”
“You.” She shifted her hips, almost imperceptibly, aching for him. “You, Daniel. I want you. I want you to make love to me. Love me. Kiss me, touch me—make me yours.”
“I’ve waited so long.” He met her eyes, his heart in them. “So very long…”
She gave him what he’d asked for—she pulled her t-shirt over her head. Her full breasts with tight, pebbled nipples hung heavy as she leaned back on her elbows. She saw the tent in his jeans and ached to touch him.
“Show me you love me as I love you, Papen’ka,” she urged, letting her knees fall completely open for him. “Kiss me, Papa. Taste your daughter. I’m already so wet for you.”
“You call me Papa?” His eyes lit up at her words. “Oh Eva, that makes me so hard for you. It’s so wrong…”
“No, it’s right,” she insisted again, putting her hand over his, massaging her own thigh.
“I’ve wanted you from the first time I saw you.” He swallowed, his gaze on their hands, her thigh, the wet glisten of her pussy. “Just that sweet picture, you smiling at me, the one your mother sent asking if she could bring her pretty daughter with her because she so wanted to come to America. But you didn’t want to come, did you?”
“She had nothing else to do with me.” Eva made a face. “Her burden, she called me. She made me up, forced me to smile, and took that picture to send you. But don’t worry—it was the most attention she paid me all year.”
“I can’t bear it, to think of you unloved.” He frowned.
“Then love me, Papen’ka. Kiss me,” she begged in a low voice that burned her dry throat, reaching for him.
This product was added to our catalog on Tuesday 06 December, 2016.