Wildfire

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Summary

"Always so much fire in your eyes. Nothing ever puts it out, does it?" He kept his eyes locked on mine, searching them as if I was keeping something from him that he wanted. "No. But you knew that." I said quietly, keeping my gaze hard on his. It had been like this ever since we were teenagers. Always at each other's throats about any and everything that slighted us. He pushed back but I had always pushed back harder, resisting this more than him it seemed. He'd been the first to break, the first to try to break through the wall of fire I always kept up around him no matter how much at times I wanted to tear it all down and just let this happened. It'd be easier if I had. "I do. You're about as wild as they come and you keep that fire scorching every time we're together." ⌓ ⌓ ⌓ Bound together by a contract to pay off her father's debt, Adelaide Foster and Luca Katsaros become wrapped up in their own engagement neither desired. Adelaide, full of wildfire and unable to be controlled by anyone, finds her fire in danger of being tamed by the man she isn't sure she can resist anymore. And she's not sure she wants to. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Thanks for reading! Updates will be weekly and feel free to let me know what you think!

Genre:
Romance / Drama
Author:
rosemaryandlavender
Status:
Ongoing
Chapters:
25
Rating:
4.7 26 reviews
Age Rating:
18+

1.

ADELAIDE

Luca - Would you fucking answer me, for fuck’s sake?

Another text from Luca popped up on my phone.

Me - WHAT?!

I shot back, angry I had to even answer him. It was pretty obvious I was in my room and with this migraine hitting me, that’s where I was going to stay.

Luca - Where the fuck are you? You’re supposed to be at this dinner. It is for YOUR family after all. I look like a fucking idiot sitting here without you.

Fuck. I totally forgot about Hannah’s dinner for her engagement. Fuck fuck fuck, my parents and Hannah were going to kill me if Luca didn’t first.

Me - Well, I mean you are.

Just going to keep stirring the pot now while he’s stuck there by himself, trying not to show how pissed he is at me in front of my family and the other families. I’d probably pay for that later.

Luca - You’re hilarious. Doesn’t answer my question, Princess.

Always with that damn nickname. I didn’t even know why he had started it, probably something he had called me out of spite when we were younger but it stuck. It was never Adelaide or Addy like my friends and family called me, it was always Princess. It was only Adelaide when he was really angry with me.

Me - I’m in my room, I didn’t feel well. Leave me alone.

Another pain in my head hit me full force, making me groan and roll to my stomach, blocking out the light. Luca stopped texting me long enough to get somewhat comfy in bed again before my door banged open, heavy footsteps walking over to my bed. I groaned and looked up, knowing full well who it was.

“Always some kind of excuse.” Luca said as he ripped the blanket off me, exposing me to the cold air.

“Would you just leave me alone, you dickhead?” I screamed at him, rolling over to try to grab my blankets from him. He held tight to them as I yanked, not before catching a glimpse of him and losing focus long enough for him to get the advantage. He was in a fitted black tux with a black button up, his hair in its constant disheveled manner that only he could pull off. He’d even let his facial hair grow out a few days, giving him a rugged look. My heart fluttered enough to distract me while he ripped the blankets from my hands, throwing them to the floor.

Luca and I had been bound together since we were younger, him a young teenager and me only slightly younger, in a contract created by our fathers. My father was the head of a massive underground illegal trading cell, and had made a deal years ago with Luca’s father, Demetrios Katsaros, a known rival, that had gone south rather quickly. In order to pay the debt, a deal had been struck that one of his sons would marry my father’s youngest daughter when she came of age in order to give Luca’s father more power and territory. I don’t know why Luca had been chosen out of them, him having 4 other brothers, but I was the youngest and now promised to him with no way out.

Neither of us had ever been happy about it, and when we had learned of the contract, the anger of our circumstances began being taken out on each other. For years we had picked at each other, trying to find out what made the other tick and keep at it, neither of us letting up. But over the past few years as we got older, I had noticed how attractive Luca had become and how involved he had become with his family’s business and mine, creating this aura of dominance and power around him. That aura radiated off him, pulling in anyone caught in its currents while I tried to keep my distance. If I kept my distance, the longer I could put off the contract and marriage.

Luca emanated influence and authority, causing anyone who encountered him to either immediately submit to him or become magnetized to him, wanting to gain some of that whatever it was he possessed that made them feel that way. I seemed to be the only one who resisted and that irked him to no end. He had wanted me to submit rather than fight him, he was used to everyone else doing so, so why shouldn’t a five foot nothing little blonde be any different?

“You’re putting up quite the struggle for someone who doesn’t feel well. Or is that just another excuse, Princess?” He leaned against my bedpost, crossing his arms across his broad chest.

“Get out of my room.” I said sternly, meeting his eyes, narrowing mine. He challenged me back with his stare, neither of us daring to break.

“You don’t look very sick to me.” He arched his eyebrows, giving me a disbelieving look.

“And you’re a pain in the ass.” I threw a pillow at him but he caught it, his arm reaching out to catch it without a flinch. He tossed it to the ground, it landing on the blankets next to his feet. I huffed and got off my bed, walking up to him, and closing the distance. He towered over me, a look of amusement flashing in his eyes that he’d gotten me up and wound up.

“Will you just leave me alone tonight? For God’s sake, if I tell you I don’t feel good, I don’t feel good.” I could feel heat creeping up my chest in annoyance. Another pain hit me, causing my legs to buckle enough for Luca to notice. That heat the crept on me was frozen the second his arm wrapped around my waist, holding me up and tight against him.

“What’s going on?” His voice overly concerned as I gripped his shirt, riding out the wave of pain that had crashed into me. It subsided and I stood back up straight, feeling even more exhausted than I did before. These migraines were no joke.

“I have another migraine. So as you can see, I’m a little too incapacitated to come to dinner and sit next to you while Cecilia Blake and you eye-fuck.” I snapped. He couldn’t just leave me alone like I asked him to, he always had to keep pushing and poking all my buttons until he got what he wanted. He barked out a laugh at the last comment, keeping me held tight against him.

“There was quite a lot of that coming from her tonight, you really missed out, Princess.” I rolled my eyes, pulling away from him to pick up my blanket and pillows, throwing them back on the bed.

“I’m sure, so you can go back to that with Cecilia and leave me alone.” I stood in front of him, crossing my arms over my chest and staring up at him in annoyance.

“There’s no fun in it when I’m not actually going to fuck her. Besides, I’m a guest this weekend which means you have to entertain while I’m still here. So get your pretty ass on the bed and let me help you with your migraine.” He stared at me with dominance in his last statement, more requirement than request in his voice.

He’d called me pretty. He’d never called me pretty, or even given me a compliment in any way, even if it was back handed.

It set me on edge, causing me to look for any break in his controlling eyes as I slowly got back on my bed, putting the pillows back where I wanted them. I propped back up against the pillows as he walked to the other side of my bed, slipping his suit jacket off and tossing it onto my chair and slipping his shoes off before climbing onto the other side of my bed.

“You can’t do anything to help unless you’re magically a pain medication.” I said not looking at him, laying my head back to stare at my ceiling.

“I know a few tricks. I’ve had enough concussions from training with my brothers to know how to help pain.”

“That explains it all.” He moved in a flash, sitting behind me with me in between his legs and my head resting on his lap, so that I was staring up at him upside down.

“You want help or not, Princess?” He stared down at me, arching his eyebrows in an annoyed look. I rolled my eyes and huffed.

“Fine.” I let myself lay there as he rolled my head back slightly, his fingers placed on both my temples and rubbing small but direct circles on them. His thumbs rested on my shoulders, working circles into them as well right next to my neck where it felt tight and pain was radiating down. His hands were warm and rough, but not so rough they were uncomfortable. He rubbed them all in silence for a few minutes while I relaxed, my hands resting on my stomach with my knees bent.

“Better?” He continued rubbing as I relaxed enough to close my eyes, falling into the heat from his hands and the relief of finally not having pain shooting through my neck and head.

“Mmhmmm.” Was all I could hum out, too relaxed to even fully respond. He was good, like really good at this. I rolled my head back to the side to look at him, and he stared down at me with a look on his face like was wrestling himself in his mind. I couldn’t decipher the emotion on his face. It had hit me that this was the first time he’d really touched me other than a brush of the hand or having an arm around my clothed waist during events.

“I didn’t know you had a tattoo.” He motioned with his head to my right hip, where I had a little line drawing of some wildflowers, no longer than my finger and thin as a sewing needle, poked out of my shorts that I had rolled down on my hips, my sweatshirt having ridden up enough to expose my hips. I forgot I even had it most days, it was usually hidden under my waistline.

“You don’t care to know me most days so you wouldn’t know.” I said sharply, as he traced his fingers up and down my temples.

Maybe he’d know about it if he had ever asked me about my weekends with my sisters or even bothered to talk to me any other time he was here. When Luca was here he was usually with my father in his study, avoiding me at all costs other than dinner and the occasional free second he had where I’d seen him off on his own going to the room that adjoined with mine down my wing, even then neither of us were too thrilled to see each other.

“I know plenty about you. You just don’t show yourself off, you keep it hidden from me and everyone else. And I’d presume that to see this tattoo you’d have to want me to see it.” I pulled my sweatshirt down on the right side so it covered my hip and sat up, turning slightly to look at him. He smirked, amusement that he’d made me react that way flashed in his eyes. He grabbed me from behind, pulling me up flush against him so that his face was in the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my skin. His other hand spread across my stomach, holding me in place against his chest. Warmth spread across my back like sunshine. Nudging my face to this side with his nose, gently tracing the shape of my neck with it, my breath caught in my throat as I felt him place a soft kiss where my neck and shoulder met.

We’d never ever been this close before.

And I suddenly didn’t hate it. My body seemed to hum against his.

I liked it.

“What else have you got hiding you want me to find, Princess?” He trailed his hand across my stomach, his fingers dragging and stopping to rest it at the top of my shorts, hooking the top part of his finger under them.

Heat spread throughout my entire body, especially where his fingers had traced and where they now were.

This was too foreign to me. Me with him like this. Us touching at all in any way. Me with a guy at all. My breathing began to pick up when I realized what he was doing and trying to do.

“There’s nothing else for you.” I grabbed his hand from my waistband and pushed it away, causing his other arm to tighten around my waist, locking me to him.

“Who else would it be for, Princess? Someone else got their sights on you?” He played as he nipped at my neck that was arched away, causing me to jump since I wasn’t expecting it.

He peppered kisses along my jaw line and neck, planting another open mouth kiss on my nape. Something had stirred in me and the air around me felt different. It felt like it was forcing us together, if I had tried to pull away from him I would have been pushed right back into his arms. He tensed his arms around me, like he had felt the same thing.

“I suggest you get up and get ready for the dinner before I drag you down in this. Wouldn’t want to ruin the night for you sister now would you, Princess?” He pushed me up so I was now standing next to the bed with my back to him and he smacked my ass, hard.

“You fucking prick!” I spun around, ready to slap him. He caught my wrist mid-swing.

“What? Don’t I deserve a little thank you helping you out?” He smirked as he walked over to the chair to grab his jacket. I was fuming and stormed into the closet to grab my dress and heels, and walking out to slam the bathroom door before he had a chance to come in.

“Fucking asshole.” I murmured to myself as started gathering up my makeup and hair things to get ready for the dinner. I’d be late but hopefully at this point everyone had had enough pre-dinner drinks they wouldn’t even notice me slipping in.

“Such a mouth on you, Princess. It puts me to shame!” He called from the other side of the door. I let out a frustrated sigh, and now I knew he wouldn’t be leaving until I was dressed for this dinner.

“Go away!” I yelled, hearing him laugh.

I started in on my hair, pulling it down from the high ponytail I had it in and combing it, but almost breaking the comb at the size of the knots I had to work out. Once that was handled I curled the ends around my biggest curling iron to give it some beachy waves and left it as be, it’d be tangled by the end of the night anyways. Makeup was a simple foundation, mascara, and a hint of a matte pinky lipstick that matched the dress.

How I was going to fit in this dress was beyond me, it looks too small for me and I was small to begin with. It was a sage green fitted slip dress that went down to the floor with spaghetti straps and a slit on one side from my knee down.

By the grace of God I got the dress on and zipped, and it went on surprisingly better than I thought. It hugged on all the right places, like my hips and waist, giving me an actual shape like I’d seen my sisters wear. It even made my skin look tanner than it already was, making me look like I was literally glowing. I grabbed a pair of gold hoops and put on my heels, giving myself one more glance over. If everything went to plan, everyone would have thought I’d been there all night, not up here fighting with and getting help with my migraine from Luca. And hopefully, he’d gotten tired of waiting for me and went back to the dinner.

Wrong.

Not thinking, I threw the door open and walked, not even paying attention that Luca was standing right there, causing me to crash into him. I stumbled in my heels and screamed, causing him to throw his arms around my waist and pull me to his chest once again.

“You don’t have to throw yourself at me, I’d take you if you just asked.” He steadied me on my feet, not letting go of my hips while he looked me up and down, taking me all in. I suddenly felt self-conscious in the dress and all this hair and makeup. He’d never seen me this made-up before, he’d always seen me in my casual outfits.

“What? Are you going to make fun of my dress now, too?” I crossed my arms, narrowing my eyes.

I wouldn’t put it past him, he picked and poked at me every chance he got. But we both did it to each other mercilessly.

His looked at me longer than I expected and then blinked, breaking whatever trance he was in.

“No. It looks nice.Ready?” He said, walking to the door and opening it to lead us downstairs.

“As I’ll ever be.” I said as I walked past him, dreading what was to come.

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A/N: What do we think of Luca so far?


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