Vengeance

by Susan Lewis

  Kirsten nodded.

  ‘Pretty bloody spooky out here, isn’t it?’ he said.

  At last they reached the spot the location manager had discovered. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that, were they able to do it, the voodoo sequence would be stupendous set on this bleak little island that seemed so remote from the world. However, though they disembarked to take a look around, both Kirsten and Laurence were agreed that to get the crew, cast, equipment and props out here at night, was not only verging on the impossible, it would be down right dangerous even to try. Apart from the risk of someone falling into the reptile infested swamp, there were any number of other hazards, like snakes falling from the cobwebbed density of Spanish moss, or wild boar making a sudden and unprovoked charge, or even, as unlikely as it was, the danger of coming face to face with a black bear.

  ‘It’s a shame,’ Kirsten said as she and Laurence broke away from the group and wandered towards a tumbledown shack set in the trees, ‘we could have used this for the murder sequence as well as the voodoo.’

  Laurence smiled. ‘Just what I was thinking,’ he said.

  They walked around to the back of the hut and stood for a moment looking out at the mesmerizing stillness of the crowding trees and undergrowth.

  ‘God, it’s like the end of the earth out here, isn’t it?’ Kirsten whispered with a shiver.

  She heard Laurence laugh and turned to look up at him. His eyes were unfocused on the distance, his jaw was set in a way that suggested he might be angry. She watched him for a moment or two then was about to turn away when he said,

  ‘I want you, Kirsten. I want you very much, you know that don’t you?’

  She stopped, but instead of the joy she had always imagined she would feel at hearing those words she felt only anger. ‘And is that supposed to make everything all right?’ she answered tightly. ‘Is that supposed to excuse the way you’re treating me?’

  He turned to look at her. ‘No,’ he said. ‘But I accept that it’s a problem I have to deal with. But I want you to know that from now on there’ll never be any question about my support and that whatever relationship you have with Tom . . . Well, that’s between you and Tom.’

  ‘It isn’t Tom who’s the problem,’ she retorted, ‘it’s his father.’

  ‘I just said, I know I’ve got some things to sort out. But Jesus Christ, Kirstie, you’re driving me crazy, can’t you see that?’

  ‘So what am I supposed to do, stop living?’

  His eyes darkened. ‘Why do you have to be so damned difficult about this?’ he growled.

  ‘What do you expect me to do, throw myself at your feet and say take me, Laurence? Please, Laurence, do whatever you want with me. Well don’t hold your breath!’

  As she made to walk away he grabbed her hand and turned her back to face him. ‘We haven’t finished this,’ he said savagely. ‘Now may not be the time, but we’re going to have this out the minute we get back.’

  ‘I’ve got other things to do.’

  ‘Then cancel them,’ he said through his teeth and letting her go he turned back towards the boat.

  Kirsten re-seated herself between Jake and Laurence. The emotional and physical tension between her and Laurence was now moving beyond her control and she was so damned furious with him that she felt sure the others must sense it. How dare he treat her this way, as if all he had to do was crook his finger and she’d come running? Never mind that in that moment of physical contact she had felt such a desire that it had swept through her like a fire. What difference did it make that she longed to abandon herself to him and have him do anything and everything he wanted? She’d rather roast in hell than give in to him now. Just who the hell did he think he was, some kind of Lochinvar who expected a woman to drop everything just because he had the urge? Well she’d damned well show him just what she thought of that!

  An hour later they were in the hotel lobby collecting their keys.

  ‘I’d like to see you in my room. Now,’ Laurence said to Kirsten and turned away as he saw the fury flicker in her eyes. He knew she wouldn’t argue while everyone was in earshot.

  They rode up in the lift with the rest of the crew neither looking at the other, though Kirsten was aware of Jake’s confusion. He mouthed something to her, but she didn’t catch what it was and not wanting to encourage him she looked away. When they reached the third floor everyone got out with the exception of Kirsten and Laurence. The door closed again and they continued in silence to the fourth floor where Laurence stood back for Kirsten to walk out ahead of him.

  She waited until they were in the beautifully furnished sitting room of his suite then rounded on him. ‘If you think you’re laying so much as one finger on me,’ she yelled, ‘then you can damned well think . . .’

  ‘Jane, could you take Tom downstairs for a while please,’ Laurence said calmly and Kirsten swung round to see their mystified faces staring up at her from Tom’s toy corner.

  Kirsten kept her head averted as Jane took Tom by the hand and led him from the room, pursing her lips to stop herself laughing.

  ‘Try not to shout at me in front of Tom again,’ Laurence said when the door closed behind them.

  ‘I didn’t know he was there,’ Kirsten responded.

  ‘Evidently.’ He strolled over to the large, open brick fireplace. ‘Now, you were saying, if I thought I was going to lay one finger on you . . .’

  ‘Don’t take that tone with me,’ she seethed, ‘it drives me nuts!’

  ‘Then what tone would you like me to take?’

  ‘None. I just want to get out of here.’

  Laurence watched her closely, knowing that if he had any sense left in his head he’d let her go now. But she looked so goddamned beautiful standing there trying to hide the confusion she was feeling that his desire to fold her against him was too strong. If he could just touch her, just feel her for a moment. But no, that was madness, he’d never be able to stop himself . . .

  ‘OK. Go,’ he said.

  Kirsten’s surprise showed as she eyed him suspiciously. ‘All right,’ she said, and turning away she started across the room. When she reached the door she suddenly spun round. ‘I thought we were going to have this out!’ she declared.

  Despite the turmoil inside him Laurence started to grin.

  ‘Don’t do that!’ she cried.

  ‘Do what?’

  ‘Laugh like that! I’m serious, Laurence.’

  ‘So am I. You want to go, I’m not stopping you.’

  She glared at him and his smiled widened.

  ‘You think all you’ve got to do is flash that damned smile of yours and I’ll tear off all my clothes, don’t you?’ she said.

  His eyebrows raised with interest. ‘Is that what you’re thinking every time I smile at you?’ he said.

  ‘Laurence, I’m warning you.’

  ‘You are?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘OK. So, what are we going to do about this?’

  ‘About what?’

  ‘Your desire to take off all your clothes.’

  ‘Laurence!’ she almost screamed, and to her fury she very nearly laughed. ‘Look, you’re the one who ordered me to come here. You’re the one who wanted to have this out. So, I’m waiting.’

  Tearing his eyes away from her Laurence turned to look out of the window. He was going to give in to this, he knew it. The strength of the desire building inside him was so demanding it was driving into his every muscle. With a fierceness he was in danger of showing he tried to push from his mind the near overwhelming need to feel his lips on hers, to take the exquisite weight of her breasts in his hands, but he couldn’t. He could almost feel the confining warmth of her thighs wrapping themselves around him, the unbearably sweet join in her legs that could arouse him like nothing else ever had. Dear God, it was as though the taste of her was in his mouth already, the heat of her was closing around his genitals. How the hell was she doing this to him? She wasn’t even touching him yet he was on fir
e for her. But it was lust, nothing more, nothing less and one way of conquering lust was to give into it. Just this one time, then he would have it out of his system. Somewhere in the depths of his mind he knew he was crazy, that as soon as he’d done it once he’d want to do it again and again, but as he turned to look at her and saw the way her hardened nipples were pushing through her blouse the unbearable sensuousness of her reached so far inside him that he knew he was beyond reasoning with it.

  He moved towards her. Kirsten watched him, rooted by the sudden power that emanated from him. It pulled so hard through her body that she daren’t move for fear of what she might do. Her chest was so tight she could barely breathe, the fire between her legs was becoming so intense it was as though her very soul was turning into a furnace of desire.

  ‘You bastard,’ she faltered, as he reached her. ‘You bastard . . .’ but the words were lost in his mouth as his lips came down hard on hers. He thrust her back against the door and as he reached out to turn the key it was as though the force of his desire suddenly blazed out of control.

  For a moment Kirsten was dazed, but as his tongue found hers and he jerked her against him her hands flew to his hair. He pressed his groin to hers, grinding savagely against her, then he was tearing at her coat, pushing it down over her shoulders, ripping the buttons from her shirt and releasing her breasts.

  ‘Laurence no,’ she gasped. ‘No . . .’

  He tore himself away. ‘You want me to stop?’ he growled. ‘Are you telling me you don’t want this too?’

  ‘Yes! No . . .’ She looked into his stormy face. ‘Oh God,’ she groaned. Why couldn’t she find it in her to resist him when it all felt so wrong? ‘Laurence hold me,’ she whispered. ‘Please, just hold me.’

  He drew her back into his arms, resting her head on his shoulder. The violence of his passion was still quaking in his body, frightening him almost as much as it was her. After a while he pulled back and looked down into her face. Then his hands moved back to her breasts, teasing her nipples. Her eyes closed and her head fell back against the door.

  He was still watching her as he eased first her coat then her shirt down over her shoulders. Then reaching round behind her he unclasped her bra leaving her naked to the waist. At last he lowered his eyes to her breasts and as he did his desire caught him so hard that for a moment he thought he was going to lose control again. ‘Look at you,’ he groaned. ‘Jesus Christ, just look at you,’ and Kirsten’s knees almost buckled as he took first one then the other nipple deep into his mouth.

  Her head fell forward and as her hands moved into his hair his mouth and his fingers tightened on her nipples.

  After a while he drew himself up and looked down into her eyes. His lips were moist, his hands were moving to her waist. ‘I’m going to fuck you, Kirsten,’ he murmured. ‘I’m going to fuck you so hard . . . Do you want me inside you, Kirstie? Do you want to feel me pushing right into you?’

  ‘You know I do,’ she whispered.

  All the time he was talking he was pushing her leggings and her panties down over her hips. His mouth was touching hers, his voice was vibrating in her throat. Then he was kissing her again. His lips moulded around hers, sucking them and biting them, his tongue sought hers circling it, drawing it into his mouth and his hands came up around her face pulling her even closer. Then he was moving to his knees, sliding her clothes down over her legs, slipping off her ankle boots and pulling everything from her until she was totally naked.

  ‘Oh my God!’ she gasped as he lifted her leg to his shoulder and buried his face in her. ‘Laurence! Oh God, Laurence, Laurence!’

  Using his tongue and his lips he teased her and toyed with her, pulling her deep into his mouth and holding her wide with his fingers. He kept doing it, harder and faster until he felt the first contractions of her orgasm. Then suddenly he was on his feet, his mouth back on hers as he stripped away his own clothes. He was so hard now he could hardly bear it. His readiness was so exquisite it was agony. He pressed her against the door, lowered his hand to his penis and guided himself through her moistness to enter her.

  Kirsten clung to him, twisting her fingers in his hair and biting his neck as she felt him filling her and filling her pushing her wider and wider joining himself to the deepest part of her. He pulled back then pushed into her again. It felt as though he was sliding into her forever. His lips were still on hers, his hands held her buttocks, pressing her to him. Then suddenly he jerked himself into her so hard she cried out. He did it again and again.

  ‘Oh, Laurence,’ she choked, lifting a leg to draw him in further. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the table. As he set her down he withdrew himself, turned her over then plunged into her again. His stomach was pressed hard up against her buttocks as he repeatedly pumped himself into her.

  ‘Is this how deep you want me?’ he muttered savagely in her ear. ‘You want me right in you, like this?’

  ‘Oh my God!’ she sobbed as he ground himself against her while pushing a hand beneath her to rub his fingers over the most sensitive part of her. With his other hand he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back to kiss her.

  ‘Don’t come,’ he growled. ‘Don’t come yet.’

  ‘I can’t help it,’ she gasped.

  He pulled away, lifted her up and folded her in his arms. Minutes later they were on the sofa. He was kneeling in front of her, her legs were on his shoulders. Then they were on the floor, he was in her mouth, between her breasts then back inside her. He rolled on to his back and gasping for breath she lowered herself on to him arching her spine, pushing her breasts to his mouth. He took them, squeezing them biting them, then suddenly his hand lashed out, slapping them hard. He slapped them again and again, watching them swing over her ribcage as she groaned and writhed in unimaginable ecstasy. Then she was riding him, pumping herself wildly up and down on him and sobbing as he circled his thumb between her legs while with his other hand he continued to slap her.

  Only just did he manage to stifle her scream as the first throes of her orgasm exploded and pushing his tongue deep into her mouth he turned her onto her back and covered her with the full length of his body.

  ‘Hold me,’ he groaned. ‘Kirstie, hold me!’

  Her arms closed around his neck as her legs tightened about his waist. He crushed his lips brutally against hers, sucking on them and drawing her tongue deep into his mouth.

  It was as though every nerve in her body was alive with flaming sensation, the ruthless thrusting of his hips pushed him to her very core. The blood rushed through her veins and she gasped as another tumultuous shudder erupted around him. It was as though every part of him was inside her. Still his lips were on hers, but she could feel them tightening as his body started to convulse. His arms pushed under her shoulders, holding her tightly to him as she met each thrust of his hips with her own. He had brought her to such a pitch she might scream if he stopped even for a moment. But he didn’t, he continued to drive into her, on and on, taking them both to the brink of unparallelled frenzy. She opened her legs wider and he pressed himself down onto the part of her that only seconds later caused the full intensity of her orgasm to break around him in great juddering and relentless waves as, with a turbulent groan of agony, his seed started to spurt wildly into her.

  He pushed his face into her shoulder as the spasms racked his whole body. He felt her legs slip down over his own and pushed into her again. A quick memory flickered in his mind of the time Pippa had made him think of Kirsten while he made love to her. It was the best he had ever known with Pippa, but God help him, it had been nothing like this. Nothing had ever been like this.

  It was a long time later that he lifted his head to look down into her face. He smiled when he saw how dazed she still looked and took her bruised lips gently between his own. Their bodies were still joined, the dying turbulence continuing to grip them. Then Kirsten opened her eyes and as she looked up at him his heart tightened at the lazy, sensuous smile she gave him. He
kissed her again and again, holding himself up on his elbows and languidly rotating his hips.

  ‘Are you beat?’ he murmured.

  Kirsten looked up into his eyes, her own still clouded with the aftermath of his love-making. Again a smile crossed her full lips for they were both only too aware of the way he was beginning to harden again.

  ‘No, but you are,’ she whispered as he ran his thumb along her jaw.

  He started to smile. Only with her had he ever achieved an erection twice like this, so it was only her who would have understood his question. He pushed his hands beneath her, holding her very close as he rolled onto his back. By now he was filling her again, responding to the way she was stretching herself across him so that he could take her swollen nipples into his mouth. He caressed them gently with his tongue, while curving his hands under her buttocks as he rocked himself languorously up and down.

  It was a long, long time before either of them reached orgasm again, but this time, as their bodies wrapped around each others, their movements were consumed by a tenderness that was so transcending and in its way so much more powerful than the urgency that had taken them before. In the end it was Laurence who finished it for them both, by then Kirsten was too weakened by the force of so many emotions and so much sensation to do anything more than hold him.

  They were still lying in each others arms, their eyes closed their breathing now steady when the door handled rattled.

  ‘Shit! It’s Tom!’ Laurence cried, sitting bolt upright.

  ‘Oh my God!’ Kirsten gasped, somehow finding the energy to spring to her feet. ‘Quick, where are my clothes?’

  ‘Daddy! Daddy!’ Tom called out.

  ‘Coming,’ Laurence shouted, trying to haul on his jeans at the same time as attempting to get his arms into his shirt.

  Kirsten was laughing as she too frantically fought her way into her clothes.

  After a delay that even Jane in her innocence would see through Laurence finally pulled open the door. ‘Daddy!’ Tom cried, bursting into the room. ‘I’m going to float in a bubble and drive a crane.’