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,

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

James is already

I wipe it down on

move. But his hand

chew turkey while having

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quiet to her, and she nods, grimacing. Then, “Can you

Charlotte pipes up. “Bladder?”

blushes. “Um,

a hand. I know what it’s

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

Ryan’s finger working spirals between

Black dress, not red…

Hmmm…

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

an austere expression on

pipes up. “Actually, I’ve always wondered that

I say, “Because it is an

plucks at his lip. “I had to

flows into the

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 streaks across the floor, snatches at the hat then speeds away with it, trailing

Larry exchange inspired glances,

Horsemen learning they are late for the Apocalypse. Meg, in her best rendition of the role of Famine, sits at Richard’s feet,