Semua Bab Can I ride you, Luca?....Craving my best friend’s brother: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Emma’s POV“Hannah’s here.”The words hit me like ice water.Luca’s body went rigid against mine, every trace of heat draining from his face in an instant. For a split second, neither of us moved. The music downstairs thumped on, oblivious. My heart slammed so hard I thought it might give me away.“What?” I whispered, already scrambling.“She’s at the door,” he said quietly, eyes flicking to the handle like it might explode. “Hide. Now.”I didn’t ask where. I didn’t think. Panic took over.I grabbed my dress, hands shaking so badly it took me two tries to get it over my head. Luca opened the wardrobe and pushed me gently inside. It smelled like clean laundry and his cologne—too familiar, too intimate. He slid a finger to his lips.“Don’t make a sound,” he mouthed.The door closed.Darkness swallowed me whole.I pressed my hand over my mouth, trying to slow my breathing as the doorknob rattled.“Luca?” Hannah’s voice floated in, bright and tipsy. “Why is your door locked?”I heard him

Emma's POV The day I saw Luca fucking a girl on the kitchen cabinet was the first time I saw sex live.And since then.....****Back to my Bedroom Floor****The wood of the door was hard against my spine, but I didn't move. I couldn't.I sat there in the dark of my bedroom, my breath coming in shallow hitches that sounded too loud in the silence. My heart was a frantic bird hitting the walls of my chest. For nineteen years, I’d been the girl who didn't "feel" things. My friends joked I was made of ice. I’d even started to believe them.But I wasn't ice. I was a match that had finally been struck.I slept with Luca. I whispered it in my head, over and over, trying to make the words feel real. Luca Carter—the guy who was too handsome, too charming, and wanted by literally every girl on campus—had just dismantled my entire identity in under an hour. I looked at my hands. They were pale in the moonlight, still shaking. I felt... different. Heavier. Like the "Emma" who lived in this room t

Luca’s POVThe party was finally a dying echo downstairs, but my room still felt like it was on fire.I was pacing the floor, my pulse refusing to settle. Since their first year on campus, I had successfully filed Emma Reed away as "background noise"—Hannah’s quiet, safe, invisible shadow. But after tonight, the background had become the only thing I could see. I could still feel the phantom weight of her hands, the way she had looked at me as if I’d just handed her the keys to a world she didn't know existed.A sharp, rhythmic banging on my door snapped the silence."Luca! Open up. I know you’re in there."I scrubbed a hand over my face, pulling the "jerk" mask back into place. I unlocked the door, and Hannah barged in, looking like she was on a mission to be a nuisance just because the party was over."What, Hannah? I'm trying to sleep.""Liar," she chirped, flopping into my armchair. "You were acting like a total prick earlier. I wanted to see if—"She stopped. Her eyes dropped to

Emma's POV The air between us vanished. I pulled him down, my mouth seeking his with a desperate, clumsy hunger that erased every bit of the shy girl I used to be. The taste of him—smoke, mint, and pure Luca—flooded my senses, making my head swim.He didn't just kiss me; he claimed me. His tongue swept against mine, aggressive and demanding, and I met him stroke for stroke. I wanted to devour him. I wanted to crawl inside his skin just to make sure no one else could ever get there again.My hands were everywhere at once. I shoved them under the hem of his t-shirt, my palms skidding over the hot, hard planes of his stomach. His muscles rippled beneath my touch, a low, guttural vibration echoing from his chest into mine. I needed to feel the bare friction of his skin, to verify that this heart, beating like a trapped animal, was doing it for me and not some girl on a beach."Emma," he groaned into my mouth, the sound broken and raw.He broke the kiss for only a second, his forehead res

Emma's POV The drone of Professor Thorne’s voice was nothing but a low hum in the background. My focus was entirely on my notebook, though I hadn't written a single legible word. My skin felt too tight for my body, and the spot on my neck—hidden under three layers of heavy-duty concealer—felt like it was throbbing in time with my pulse.Beside me, Hannah was dutifully taking notes, her pen scratching rhythmically against the paper. She was the picture of a perfect student. I was a disaster.My phone, resting face-down on my thigh, gave a short, sharp buzz.My heart nearly leapt out of my chest. I didn't want to look. I knew it was him. But the pull was magnetic. I tilted the screen just enough for me to see the notification while Hannah’s head was turned toward the slides.Luca: Stop digging your nails into your leg, Emma. You’re going to leave a mark to match the one on your neck.My breath hitched. I slowly lifted my gaze, my eyes scanning the back of the lecture hall. There he was