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 to

the table to ‘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

James is already half-standing

wipe it down on

lips don’t move. But

difficult to chew

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

Charlotte pipes up. “Bladder?”

“Um,

hand. I know

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

with a comfort break myself, but with Ryan’s finger working

Black dress, not red…

Hmmm…

taps me on the shoulder. “Kirstie, why

an austere expression on

always wondered that too…” James and

it is an

at his lip. “I had to

the 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

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

and outrage, but Ryan, Michael, Richard and Larry exchange inspired glances, snatching off their own hats. Michael

at Richard’s feet, raising limpid brown eyes to him, then as she is presented