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 talking

the five seconds I have to work with, I slide the panties down and over my ankles, pressing them into Ryan’s

James is

it’s fine.” I wipe it down on

lips don’t move. But his hand does, pushing between

astonishingly difficult to chew turkey

*****

murmurs something quiet to her, and she nods, grimacing. Then, “Can you excuse me, please.

Charlotte pipes up. “Bladder?”

“Um,

if you like. Give you a hand. I know

her a grateful smile as Richard stands, sliding her chair out as she heaves herself upright. But Charlotte is struggling herself to get up from her seat and Mitch rises too. “I think you both still need help in

could do with a comfort break myself, but with Ryan’s finger working spirals between my pussy

Black dress, not red…

Hmmm…

the shoulder.

austere expression on

always wondered that too…”

is an ideal opportunity to compare notes about

his lip. “I had

dogs flows into the room, tails wagging, noses raised towards table level, or in Emma’s case, above table level, giving her a direct line of sight

pig-in-blanket, he smears bacon fat all along the length of the paper. He snaps his fingers under the table, waving the greasy

him in a cloud of hair and outrage, but Ryan, Michael, Richard and Larry exchange inspired glances, snatching off their own hats.

of the role of Famine, sits at Richard’s feet, raising limpid brown eyes to