SHARING EMMA [18+]

17. Rush of Emotions

|RYKER|

I'm not entirely sure of my actions or motives, but Emma seems to have taken over my thoughts completely. It's as if she's a constant presence that I can't shake off, no matter how hard I try. I find myself wanting her more with each passing day, even though it goes against all my better judgments.

The reason I agreed to my dad's invitation was mostly to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city and remind myself of my priorities. Growing up, my life was filled with never-ending family drama, and after my mother's passing, I was finally able to focus on my work and pursue my dreams. When she was alive, my days were spent taking care of her, scheduling her medicines and making sure she had everything she needed.

I had no intention of confronting my father, as badly as I wanted to. Instead, my plan was to avoid him like the plague for as long as I stayed. That's why I chose to stay in a different villa, a little further away from the main one where Dad and Emma were staying.

But when I saw Emma yesterday, stepping out of the limousine in her flowy skirt and off-shoulder top, all I could think about was undressing her. Something ignited within me, brighter than any damn fire, when I saw her wrap her arms around my dad, like two long-lost friends catching up after years apart. It served as a stark reminder of all the toxic family dynamics I had been trying so hard to escape from. It was then that I knew I wanted her gone, and fast.

I crept into her room, intending to deliver the message myself, but the moment I laid eyes on her in that damn red dress, all my anger dissipated. My fingers twitched with the urge to take advantage of the darkness and ravage her until she was senseless. It was a disturbing thought, but in that moment, I didn't care if she mistook me for my father and let me do all the things I'd been fantasizing about. I wanted to fuck her everywhere; on the bed, on the couch, in the bathroom. I wanted to make her scream until her throat was parched and sore for a week.

But then she woke up and I was reminded of the painful truth: she was the same woman who had been carrying on an affair with my father while my mother was fighting for her last breath. It was all I could do to restrain myself from unleashing all the anger and resentment that had been festering inside me. And yet, as soon as she stirred, the words came tumbling out of my mouth, laced with venom and hurt, without a care for the consequences of my actions.

Her face twisted in pain as my words hit her. For a moment, I felt satisfied, like I had finally released all the anger and frustration that had been simmering inside me for so long. But as the seconds ticked by the satisfaction turned into guilt.

I had never been one to lash out like that, especially not at someone who had done nothing to deserve it. Emma may have been involved with my father, but she had never personally wronged me. And yet, I had treated her like she was the enemy.

In my mind, asking Emma to leave was the only logical option, so I woke up early to ensure that she left. But then, she began to speak, and her words were like a shot to the heart. They were the truths that I had always known but had never been brave enough to confront. Suddenly, I found myself pulling her onto my lap, kissing her with fervor, hoping that she could feel just how much I had missed her.

"Hey," Emma's soft voice caressed my ears as she sat up from the bed, her naked body glowing in the dim light. She began gathering her scattered clothes as she turned towards me. "I think we should talk," she said in her soothing tone.

As much as I wanted to bask in the afterglow and pretend that nothing else mattered, the truth was slowly creeping in. The guilt and confusion weighed heavily on my mind, and I knew that I couldn't ignore them any longer.

With a nod, I quickly grabbed my clothes and began to dress myself.

Soon enough, Emma and I found ourselves walking in silence along the shore. The tension was palpable between us, a heavy weight that neither of us seemed to be able to lift. As the cool ocean breeze swept through, Emma's hair danced around her face, revealing the red marks on her neck. My eyes were drawn to them, a mix of emotions surging through me - possessiveness being one of them.

I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the thought of someone else leaving their mark on her skin. It was ridiculous, I knew, but I couldn't shake the feeling.

Emma finally broke the silence. "I'm sorry," she said softly, not looking at me.

I stopped walking and turned to face her. "What are you sorry for?"

"For everything," she replied, her eyes meeting mine. "For coming on this trip, for getting involved with your dad, for what happened between us."

I opened my mouth to say something, but closed it again. I didn't know what to say. I was just as responsible for what happened between us, if not more so.

"It's not just you," I admitted, avoiding Emma's eyes as I walked. "My dad and I have a complicated history. There's a lot of pain, broken promises, and betrayal between us. It's hard for me to even look at him without remembering all those nights I spent outside my mom's hospital room, hoping he would come... just once. But he never did. He was too caught up in his own life and business to be there for his dying wife, or even for his only child." The bitterness in my tone couldn't be disguised, and I felt a pang of hurt and anger as I relived those painful memories.

"Ryker..." Emma said softly, holding my wrist and stopping me from walking mindlessly.

I flinched at the touch, but quickly composed myself. I didn't want to push her away, not anymore. I turned to face her, my eyes locking onto hers.

"It's just that...I don't know if I can forgive him. Or if I want to." I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. The words felt like a confession, a deep, shameful secret that I had been carrying for years.

Emma's touch was gentle and reassuring as she squeezed my wrist, giving me a sad smile. "You don't have to forgive him, Ryker. Not if you don't want to. But holding onto that anger and resentment will only hurt you in the end."

Her words were like a soothing balm, easing the pain and hurt that I had been carrying for so long. I knew she was right, but it was easier said than done. I had spent so many years building up this wall of bitterness and anger towards my father, it felt like it was a part of me now.

"I don't know if I can let go of it," I said, my voice trembling slightly. "I don't know how."

Emma leaned in, her lips hovering just inches from mine. The scent of the ocean mixed with her perfume, creating an intoxicating blend that made me want to lose myself in her.

"Let me help you," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

And then, she closed the distance between us, pressing her lips to mine in a gentle, tender kiss.

It was like fireworks exploding inside of me, a rush of emotions and sensations that left me breathless. Her lips were soft and warm against mine, and I felt my body responding to her touch. It was like I was drowning in her, in the way that she made me feel alive and whole again.

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