Chapter Six
Milady’s Revenge
Anya led the way down the hallway with Paige close at her heels despite her own mincing steps. She sniffed a couple of times, leftovers from her crying jag in the meeting hall.
Faster, Anya, faster! The more distance between herself and...that man...the better. She would gladly take whatever tortures Anya dreamed up, just don’t let Taylor touch her.
Suddenly Anya stopped. A quick swipe of her finger found its way to Paige’s vaginal lips. It shone in her juices.
Anya held her fingertip up and sniffed. “Ah, the smell of fear.”
Her tongue quickly dabbed at her finger. Anya’s lips curled upward as she savored the delectation, then she licked her lips at Paige.
A cold fear turned Paige’s stomach, and her mouth went dry. Confronted now with the prospec
