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…

table, everyone talking

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

fork, Kirstie?” James is

fine.” I wipe

But his hand does, pushing between

difficult to chew turkey while

*****

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

Charlotte pipes up. “Bladder?”

blushes. “Um, yes,

you a hand. I know what it’s like when

her a grateful smile as Richard stands, sliding her chair out as she heaves herself upright. But Charlotte is struggling herself to

Ryan’s finger working spirals between my

Black dress, not red…

Hmmm…

me on the shoulder. “Kirstie,

turn an austere

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

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

at his lip. “I had to

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 case, above table level, giving her a direct line

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

hair and outrage, but Ryan, Michael, Richard and Larry exchange inspired glances,

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