Hot Revenge Box Set 2

Larry slices into something, chews, then says, “This is excellent. What am I eating here?”

James looks across to his plate. “Prune-stuffed pork. Regional speciality where I grew up, usually made for special occasions.” Larry’s brows arch.

Under the table, I become aware of a hand on my thigh. Ryan appears to be listening to the conversation, but ‘below stairs’ he eases between my knees, pushing them apart. Very quietly, he murmurs, “Open up.”

James and Larry are still talking. “Where was that? That you grew up, I mean?”

“Spain.”

“Really? What part?”

“Valencia Province. You know it?”

“Not well. I've visited Valencia city, but I didn't get further afield than that. So, you're Spanish?”

“My mother was Spanish. My father English.”

Ryan eases a finger down and in, tracing a line over my skin that makes my pussy warm and twitch. He speaks without moving his lips. “Wider.”

I’m trying to chew my food, but it’s not easy. Finger and thumb pluck at my panties. “Off.”

“Ryan…” My voice is a hiss.

“Off, I said.”

All eyes are on James and Larry. Nonetheless, I’m happy that, my face made-up, my flush is concealed as I raise myself from my seat just enough for Ryan to hook fingers into my panties and tug down. “Finish the job,” he murmurs. “Take them off and give them to me.”

Christ…

the table, everyone

five seconds I have to work with, I slide the

James is

fine.” I wipe it down on

But his hand does, pushing between

astonishingly difficult to chew turkey while having

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her, and she nods, grimacing. Then, “Can you excuse me, please. I’ll be back

Charlotte pipes up. “Bladder?”

blushes. “Um, yes,

a hand. I know what it’s like when you’re that size and you’re

Richard stands, sliding her chair out as she heaves herself upright. But Charlotte is struggling herself to get up

comfort break myself, but with Ryan’s finger working

Black dress, not red…

Hmmm…

taps me on the shoulder. “Kirstie, why do women go

an austere expression

pipes up. “Actually, I’ve always wondered that too…” James

it is an ideal opportunity to compare

his lip. “I had

door open. A tide of dogs flows into the

off his pirate hat, then snatching up a pig-in-blanket, he smears bacon fat all along the length of the paper. He snaps his fingers under the table, waving the greasy paper. “Hey, Scruffy. Here, Scruffy.” Michael’s rat-faced mongrel

but Ryan, Michael, Richard and Larry exchange inspired glances, snatching off their own hats. Michael wipes his down with a bit of turkey skin,

best rendition of the role of Famine, sits at Richard’s feet, raising limpid brown