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Fat, chapped fingers gripped her shoulder His head fell forward as he ogled her breasts Priscilla stepped back, but his grip was firm

“One kiss, just to see if you like it” Mullworth puckered his lips which brought relief fronant breath Both hands settled on her shoulders “Just one before its time to leave”

Priscilla struggled to raise her arms She kicked out, but the man was too drunk to care

“Come on,” he continued as she turned her head away to avoid his kiss “Chandler won’t object The guests' needs always come first”

“Let o, Mr Mullworth, or I’ll scream”

A growl resonated from the back of his throat “You’ll kiss me, woman, else I shall withdraw my membership”

“Consider it done” Matthew’s deep, ht after I’ve knocked your daet your filthy hands off my wife”

Relief coursed through Priscilla’s veins As soon as Mullworth released her, she sagged to the floor

Mullworth swung around and raised his hands as a shield “There’s no need for violence, Chandler”

“Oh, there’s every need” Matthew took a step forward He had the air of the Devil: dark,

Priscilla shuffled back

“I thought the chit was interested A fellow can’t help it if he’s

ns”

“Course not” Matthew crossed the room in a few strides “Just so there can be no confusion in future, let this act as a reminder” With a few short, sharp jabs, Matthew punched Mr Mullworth in the stoering back a few steps “And maybe one more in case your memory fails you” One uppercut to the chin sent Mr Mullworth up into the air, and he landed with a thud

Priscilla gasped