Forbidden Desires

Chapter Eighteen

The car ride was silent as Luca drove them back to the house, the only thing in front of them was the dark sky and the road.

They haven't spoken since they incident in the room and Luca was starting to get worried. She seemed completely fine and her head was turned toward the window beside her.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked, his voice disrupting the silence.

"Luca, I've already told you. I'm fine." She said, keeping her gaze on the dark trees the flew past.

It went silent again and Luca took one last look at Amara before pulling over to the side of the road, making her protest as he stopped the car.

"What are you doing?" She asked, taking her eyes off the trees and onto him, confusion written on her face.

"You're not fine. No one would be fine with what happened to you." Luca told her, turning his body toward hers.

"I don't understand why you care so much. You hate me, remember?" She said, turning her attention back to the window again.

"I'm fine." She whispered.

He put his hand on the side of her face and turned it toward him, his eyes filled with concern as he watched the girls eyes fill with slight tears.

"Amara." He said quietly and the tears started to spill from her eyes, and she tried to wipe them away.

She didn't have time to react when his strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her onto his seat, her body now wrapped around his.

She sat in his lap, her legs straddling his and her arms wrapped around him. She cried into his chest as he moved his hands around her back, soothing her.

"I'm not fine." She sobbed and he tangled his hands in her hair, holding her close.

"I feel disgusted, I feel like a-" She paused, pulling her face away from his chest. "Like a slut"

When she said that he pulled her closer by the waist and hugged her tighter than before, his fingers drawing small shapes on her back.

"Amara, you are not a slut. Don't ever say that again." He told her, his voice had a tone of anger in it.

"What that guy did to you was terrible and you have every right to feel this way, but you are not a slut." He said.

"Whoever tells you that I will slice their throats, understand." He said softly, his voice making her calm down.

She nodded and pulled away from him again but he didn't allow it. Instead he kept her where she was and started the car, holding her close as he drove back to the house.

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Luca's POV

She fell asleep in my arms quickly, her breathing was rapid as she tried to calm herself from the tears but it slowed as she fell asleep. Her lips were slightly parted and her eyes were fluttered shut, her long eye lashes falling over her under eye.

I couldn't help but feel the comfort of her against me, her small body pressed against mine, her long legs wrapped around my waist.

Fuck

Why was I feeling this way? I hate her with every fiber in my body. Do I?

Yes, of course I do.

God

The feeling of her legs wrapped tightly around me made me question my thoughts. I put my hand on her back and drove with the other. I rubbed my hand in circles, helping her be calm in her sleep.

I can't be doing this with the enemy. My father strictly forbid me from coming to close to her. It would ruin the plan.

Ugh, but look at her. She was so beautiful. The way she talks to me, how she's not afraid. Why does she have to be Russian? Why does she have to be the enemy?

Once I reached the house, I got out of the car, keeping Amara wrapped around me as I made my way back into the house, unlocking the door and walking upstairs.

I stopped once I reached my room, her room on the other side of the hallway.

Would she feel safe in her own room with no one there? I contemplated for a moment, deciding my options.

No, I want her to be safe. So I opened my bedroom door and walked over to my bed, placing her down on the covers.

Would she be comfortable wearing that? I don't want to be a creep by changing her. So instead, I grabbed a shirt of mine and sweatpants, closing my eyes as I attempted to change her.

I have to admit, it was difficult. I don't want to make her uncomfortable by me looking at her so I made sure I didn't open my eyes.

Once I opened my eyes, the shirt was backwards but the rest was fine. I shrugged and left it at that, changing myself across the room.

I stopped at the end of the bed, watching as her breath moved a piece of hair out of her face, her mouth was slightly open.

I got in next to her, pulling the covers over both of us and turned toward her, her being the last thing I see before I fell asleep.