This Cruel Love

He grabbed my ass with both hands and started to pull me down onto him, controlling the pace and rocking me backwards and forwards. His hips thrust upwards into me and I cried as I felt the first orgasm rip through me. The guttural sound he made in the back of his throat told me he enjoyed it too.

The water splashed around us as he slammed harder into me, slopping over the edges of the bath and making our skin slippery in such a seductive, sexy way. I could sense he was close from the throbbing and thickening of his cock, and the way his panting became erratic and his moans more urgent. A few more thrusts and I was coming apart again, contracting around him, squeezing him with everything I had as I rode the exquisite waves of pleasure he gave me. Then it was his turn to cry out, hot bursts of cum exploding inside me as he found his release and held me close to his chest.

I lay over him, both of us panting with the exertion until our breathing slowed. My head lay on his chest and the sound of his heartbeat racing then settling made me want to curl up in to him forever.

“I don’t want to move,” he sighed quietly into my hair. “I feel like I want to lie here with you all night just so I don’t miss a minute of having you in my arms.”

“I think we’ll have to move eventually, big man. Otherwise we’ll be all wrinkly and cold.” I wrinkled my nose and wiggled my ass, which was still sat on his dick, and he laughed.

“I could always add more hot water, you know.”

“Yeah, I know, but the part where we’re both shrivelled up prunes? That part I could skip.”

“Not every part of me will be shrivelled up with you sat like you are now.” He jiggled my ass in his hands and chuckled to himself as I felt him grow hard again.

“Easy tiger. Let’s move this back to the bedroom.” I licked my lips and he groaned at my teasing.

“I think we could be in for a long night.”

All the years of plotting, planning how to exact my revenge. All those years of thinking about the different ways I was going to make Harry Emerson pay for what he’d done to me and my father. Not once, in all those years did I expect my confrontation with him to be like this, at his house, with me holding onto his daughter like she was my fucking lifeline.

The Emerson house hadn’t changed much since the last time I was here. It was still a huge ass mansion with imposing white pillars at the door, a

nd long sash windows running along the two stories of the building. The driveway still had a fountain in the middle, trickling water and giving the front of the house a tranquil, calming aura. I felt anything but tranquil and calm though. Ryley squeezed my hand as we made our way up the steps to the black double doors. They opened before we even had time to knock, and Nina Emerson, Ryley’s mum, stood there with her hand on her chest, gasping as if she’d seen a ghost.

“Jackson? Oh my God, it is you! You look so much like your father.”

Nina blushed, realising what she’d said and then reached forward to grab Ryley into a hug. I didn’t let her hand go though. I wasn’t about to sever the last link I had to help keep my sanity in check.

“Mum, I’ve missed you.”

Nina smiled that heart-warming smile I’d always revelled in whenever I was here. The smile that belonged to a real mum, who was proud of her offspring and loved them unconditionally, who lived for them. Then she stepped in front of me and reached up to plant a soft kiss on my cheek.

“I’m so glad you found your way back to us.” She rubbed my arm like she was soothing a lost sheep that’d found its way back to the fold.

She was gonna get a hell of a wake-up call when she realised I wasn’t here to play happy fucking families with her and her murdering husband. If it wasn’t for Ryley, I wouldn’t be anywhere near this place, but what my angel wants, she gets.

“I was never lost, Nina,” I managed to say through my tense jaw. If I kept clenching my teeth like this, I was gonna end up with an expensive bill for the dental work tomorrow.

Nina put her game face on, choosing to pretend that she hadn’t heard my comment, and led us into the hallway.

This hallway always used to blow my mind as a kid, it was so bloody intimidating. A sweeping staircase ran up the left-hand side of the entrance hall, and everything was either cream or gold, and looked expensive and extravagant as fuck. Don’t even get me started on the huge chandelier that hung in the middle of the whole goddamn place. It was opulent beyond belief, but it was home to my angel. It used to feel like a home to me too.

There were probably about ten bedrooms, and the fuckers couldn’t even be bothered to offer me one when my father died. No, they left me to rot in hell with a junkie, alcoholic, no-good aunt and then out onto the streets to learn the hard lessons of life. Not that I’d have wanted to stay here back then. He sure as hell wouldn’t have wanted me here, a living, breathing reminder of the crime he’d committed.

“Come through to the kitchen. I’ve been baking all morning.” Nina went to walk us down the corridor, but I stopped in my tracks when I saw Travis and Harry coming towards us.

“I think we have business to discuss first.” Harry’s sly, piercing eyes bored into mine, then like the seasoned pro he was, he turned to his daughter and winked. “Morning, RiRi. It feels good to have you home, where you belong.” He gave her a hug and then pushed her down towards the kitchen area. “Go and see Nate. He’s been looking forward to seeing you all morning.”

Ryley turned to face me and shrugged. I knew she was about to pull me down there with her, but Harry cut her off.

“Not you, Jackson. We have things we need to discuss.” Ryley stood firm at her father’s words and looked at me, trying to gauge my reaction.

“It’s okay, angel, you go and see your brother. I need to do this alone.”

She sucked on her bottom lip and bit down before giving a gentle sigh. She squeezed my hand in a show of support then let go.

“Come and find me when you’re done.”