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…

around the table, everyone talking

duck under the table to ‘retrieve it’. In the five seconds I have to work with, I slide the panties down and over my

fork, Kirstie?” James is already half-standing from

wipe it down on my

But his hand

is astonishingly difficult to chew turkey while having

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her, and she nods,

Charlotte pipes up. “Bladder?”

“Um, yes,

hand. I know what it’s like when you’re that size and you’re trying to manage with your

But Charlotte is struggling herself to get up from her seat and Mitch rises too. “I think you both still need help in that area,”

comfort break myself, but with Ryan’s finger working spirals between my pussy lips, I’m conscious

Black dress, not red…

Hmmm…

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

an austere

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

do it,” I say, “Because it is an

lip. “I had to

into the room, tails wagging, noses raised towards

of the paper. He snaps his fingers under the table, waving the greasy paper. “Hey, Scruffy. Here,

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

are late for the Apocalypse. Meg, in her best rendition of the role of Famine, sits at Richard’s feet, raising limpid brown eyes to him, then as she is presented with turkey-flavoured