Excerpt - Little Brats: Anna

Selena Kitt

“You’re up late.” Anna was on her way to the kitchen for a late night snack when she found her stepfather stretched out on the couch, the TV on but muted.

Drew glanced back at her. “Can’t sleep.”

“She’s asleep?” Anna wandered over to the sofa, looking down at him wearing just a pair of jeans, bare feet propped up on the arm of the couch.

He snorted. “Passed out is more like it.”

She saw the way his gaze moved over her. The pink baby doll nightie she was wearing didn’t conceal very much. She’d overheard him arguing with her mother just a few weeks ago about what she “flounced around the house” wearing. He said it bothered him, that she should be more modest. But she knew the truth—he liked it. She caught him watching her all the time.

Her mother had scoffed at his protest, but her mother was blind. She seemed to think that Drew was still her young, handsome personal assistant—which is how they’d met in the first place—not her husband. She ordered him around, picked his clothes, told him who to see, who not to see. Her mother didn’t acknowledge that Drew now owned his own business, that he was no longer her subservient, but her equal. It made Anna sick.

“Drew, I’ve been thinking about your proposition.” Anna played with the hem of her nightie, seeing his gaze move there, over the creamy, pale skin of her thighs. He’d been drinking. She could smell it. But of course, he’d started before they even left for the party.

“What proposition?” He cleared his throat, sitting up on the sofa.

“You know, cash for grades?”

“Oh, that.” He looked relieved and rubbed his eyes, yawning. “Yeah, what about it?”

“What if I don’t want cash? What if I want something else instead?”

He frowned. “Like what?”

“I’ve seen you looking at me.”

His eyes widened. “Anna…”

“You want to see more don’t you… Daddy?”

She never called him Daddy unless her mother was around. The word in her mouth made what she was about to do seem even more taboo. Anna grabbed the edge of her nightie and pulled it slowly over her head. Drew sat, transfixed, as she cupped her breasts, pushing them up and together in her bra. The hungry look in his eyes made her even bolder and she edged closer to him on the couch, her skirt riding up her thighs, until she was practically sitting in his lap.

“Do you like what you see so far?” Anna thumbed her nipples, shivering. They were hard, tenting the pink fabric of her bra. He didn’t answer her, but he didn’t have to. She saw Drew looking at her hands moving over her breasts, slowly pulling down her bra, letting it play peek-a-boo with her nipples. “Do you want to touch me?”

Anna turned on the sofa, sliding her leg over both of his, straddling him. Drew groaned softly, not touching her, but not stopping her either. He looked up past the swell of her breasts, her nipples appearing just above the lace edge of her bra, meeting her eyes, and his expression was beyond words. There was something wild and desperate in that look she wanted to reach.

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