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…

glance around the table, everyone talking

‘retrieve it’. In the five seconds I have to work with, I slide the panties down and over my ankles, pressing them into Ryan’s waiting hand, snatch up the fork and return to the upper world, wearing my best princess

is already half-standing from his

fine.” I wipe it down on my

But his hand does, pushing

chew turkey while having

*****

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

Charlotte pipes up. “Bladder?”

blushes. “Um,

you if you like. Give you a hand. I know what it’s like when you’re that

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

comfort break myself, but with Ryan’s finger working spirals between my

Black dress, not red…

Hmmm…

me on the shoulder. “Kirstie,

austere

I’ve always wondered that

it,” I say, “Because it is an ideal opportunity to compare notes about

his lip. “I had

footsteps recede down the hall, James cocks his head, listening, then stands and clicks the door open. A tide of dogs flows into the room, tails wagging, noses raised towards table level, or in Emma’s

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,

Larry exchange inspired glances, snatching off their own hats.

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