All Chapters of Can I ride you, Luca?....Craving my best friend’s brother: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

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Chapter 101: I fucked Luca in his Blue-Lit Room

Emma’s POVHis groan was a ragged, visceral sound that vibrated through the blue-lit air. The question had hung between us, a naked, shameless demand. It wasn’t a request. It was a claiming.His eyes, dark and dilated, locked onto mine. The blue light traced the stark lines of his face—the clenched jaw, the parted lips. His hands, which had been gripping my shoulders, slid down to my waist, his thumbs pressing into the silk over my hips.“Yes,” he hissed, the word loaded with a promise and a surrender. “God, yes. Ride me.”The permission was a key turning in a lock. My body flooded with a heat that was sharper than desire—it was power. I stood up, my movements slow and deliberate, letting him watch the silk slide against my skin. I guided him backward, my hands on his chest, until his knees hit the edge of the bed and he sat down heavily.I didn’t join him immediately. I stood before him, letting him look. The slip was short, the lace hem brushing high on my thighs. The blue light tur

Chapter 102: “I want you again, But this time… I want it harder.”

Emma’s POVThe air in the room felt thick, charged with the scent of our shared exertion and the heavy, floral musk of the vanilla bath salts. The blue light didn't just illuminate the room; it seemed to vibrate with the hum of the bass from the speakers. My heart was still hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs, but the exhaustion I expected to feel hadn't arrived. Instead, I felt wired, my nerve endings raw and screaming for more.Luca’s hand, large and calloused, cupped the side of my neck. His thumb traced the line of my jaw, his eyes searching mine with an intensity that made the breath catch in my throat."Harder?" he repeated, his voice dropping into a register so low it was almost a growl. "Emma, I just about broke the bed frame. You sure you can handle harder?"I didn't answer with words. I shifted, sliding my leg over his hip, pinning him to the mattress with the newfound weight of my intent. I leaned down, my hair falling like a silken curtain around our faces, and nipp

Chapter 103: Sneaking back into my lodge

Emma’s POVThe blue light that had turned Luca’s room into a sanctuary of silk and sin was gone, replaced by the thin, ghostly gray of a Tuesday dawn. It filtered through the heavy velvet curtains, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air and the tangled wreckage of the sheets. My body felt heavy, anchored by a deep, languid ache that reached all the way to my bones—a physical receipt of the night we’d just spent tearing each other apart and putting each other back together.I blinked, my eyes stinging. Beside me, Luca was a mountain of warm skin and steady breathing. His arm was thrown over my waist, his thumb resting just beneath the curve of my breast, even in sleep holding onto me like I was something that might evaporate if he let go.Then, the clock on the nightstand flickered: 5:42 AM.Adrenaline, cold and sharp, spiked through the hazy warmth of my chest. I sat up abruptly, the movement jarring my sore muscles."Luca," I whispered, shaking his shoulder. "Luca, wake up. I

Chapter 104: Mia Caught me and we fought

Emma’s POVThe kitchen was too quiet. The hum of the refrigerator felt like a physical weight, pressing against my eardrums as I stared at Mia’s thumb hovering over the screen. The name Hannah glowed in the dim morning light, a digital death sentence. If she pressed that button, the fragile, lie-filled life I had constructed would be incinerated before the sun was fully over the horizon."Mia, don't," I whispered, my voice cracking. "You don't want to do this. Think about what this does to everyone.""I am thinking about everyone, Emma!" Mia hissed, her eyes wild and bloodshot, as if she hadn't slept a wink. "I’m thinking about the friend who thinks you’re her sister while you’re busy riding her brother dick behind her back. I’m thinking about Ethan, who is probably waking up right now wondering why the girl he likes treats him like a backup dancer. I’m doing what should have been done months ago."Her thumb twitched.I didn't think. The "Good Girl" who followed rules and avoided conf

Chapter 105: Mia’s phone call with Hannah

Emma’s POVThe ringing was a physical assault on the silence of the kitchen. Mia and I stood like statues carved from ice, our breath hitching in sync with the rhythmic pulsing of the screen. My hand was still trembling as I gripped her phone, the plastic casing slick with the sweat of our struggle.I shoved the phone toward her, my eyes wide and pleading. "Pick it up," I mouthed.Mia looked at the device as if it were a live grenade. Her face was still blotchy from the tears, her gray robe disheveled from our scuffle on the floor. She reached out, her fingers brushing mine for a fraction of a second—a touch that felt like an electric shock of mutual loathing—and took the phone.I made a sharp, downward motion with my hand, pointing to the screen.Loudspeaker.Mia swallowed hard, her throat working visibly. She swiped the glass and tapped the icon."H-hello?" Mia’s voice was thin, a reed shaking in the wind."Mia! Oh my god, are you awake? I’m so sorry, I know it’s insanely early," Ha

Chapter 106: Truce with Mia

Emma’s POVI stared at the screen until the backlight timed out, plunging the room into a dim, dusty gray once more. The two notifications sat there like unexploded landmines—Ethan’s sweet, hopeful invitation and Luca’s possessive, burning demand. I didn't unlock the phone. I didn't even swipe to read the full text. If I opened them, I’d have to choose, and choosing felt like picking which limb to amputate.Instead, I tossed the phone onto the center of my duvet and sat on the edge of the bed, burying my face in my hands. The adrenaline from the morning struggle had fully evaporated, leaving behind a cold, hollow exhaustion. My nose still throbbed slightly where Mia’s palm had connected with it, and my shins were bruised from the kitchen floor.But the physical pain was nothing compared to the sound of Hannah’s voice. “Just tell her I love her.”The words were a physical weight. I couldn't stay in this room, rotting in my own guilt while Mia sat ten feet away, holding a different kind

Chapter 107: My View of Emma and her escapades

Mia’s POVI watched the door click shut behind Emma, the soft sound echoing like a gavel in the silence of my room. My chest felt hollowed out, a cavern where my righteousness used to live. For weeks, I had carried my anger like a shield, polished and shining. I was the protector. I was the loyal one. I was the only person in this godforsaken Lodge who actually loved Hannah the way she deserved to be loved.But now, the shield was shattered, and all that was left was the jagged glass of my own hypocrisy.I slumped back into my desk chair, my hands still shaking. I looked down at my sketchbook—the one Emma had weaponized against me. I didn't need to open it to see the pages. I knew every line of Hannah’s jaw I’d traced in charcoal, every soft curve of her smile I’d tried to capture in watercolor during those late nights when she was asleep and I was drowning in a silence she would never understand.I’d fallen for her slowly, then all at once, like a landslide. It started freshman year—

Chapter 108: I sneaked back to meet Luca and Sophie showed up!

Emma’s POVThe sunlight hitting the kitchen floor felt like an interrogation lamp. I sat at the small bistro table, my fingers hovering over the glass screen of my phone. The two messages—Ethan’s sun-drenched invitation to brunch and Luca’s storm-cloud demand for lunch—were two different versions of a future I wasn't sure I could survive.I looked toward Mia’s closed door. The silence between us was no longer a war; it was a cold, professional contract. We were business partners in a firm built on mutual blackmail.I started with Ethan. My heart twinged as I typed, the "Good Girl" in me mourning the way I was about to manipulate the only person who actually treated me with kindness.Emma: Oh, Ethan, that sounds so lovely. I’m honestly so bummed, but my stomach is still doing somersaults. I think I caught a bug or something from the move. I’ve crawled back into bed with some ginger tea and a heating pad. Can we do a raincheck for later this week? I really want to hear about your new pl

Chapter 109: Almost caught in Luca’s Lodge by his Fiancee

Emma’s POVThe darkness of the pantry was thick with the scent of dried herbs and expensive balsamic vinegar, but to me, it felt like a tomb. I pressed my back against a shelf of canned imported tomatoes, the cold metal ridges digging into my spine. Through the hair-thin crack in the door, I watched the predator in the cream power suit.Sophie Miller held my silver earring between her thumb and forefinger like it was a piece of forensic evidence. The blue-gray light of the kitchen caught the cheap metal—a stark contrast to the five-carat diamond glinting on her own hand.Luca didn’t blink. He didn't even pause. He simply reached out and took the earring from her hand with the casual boredom of a man picking up a piece of lint."Hannah’s," he said, his voice as smooth as aged bourbon. "She’s been losing jewelry all over the house since she was six. I found that under the sofa this morning while I was looking for my keys."Sophie tilted her head, her eyes narrowing as she studied his fa

Chapter 110: "You're a prick, Luca Carter"

Emma’s POVThe panic was a cold, sharp blade in my throat. As Sophie’s heels clicked away toward the "wine disaster," I saw my chance. The back of the pantry had a secondary door—a small, heavy wood panel that led to the mudroom and the servant's entrance. If I could just reach it, I could slip out into the gardens and disappear before she even realized the Bordeaux was a decoy.I moved with the silence of a shadow, my socks sliding over the linoleum. My hand reached for the secondary latch.Creeeeeak.The sound was microscopic, but in the sudden silence of the kitchen, it sounded like a tectonic plate shifting."Luca? Did you hear that?" Sophie’s voice was sharp, cutting through the sound of rushing tap water. "It sounded like it came from the pantry."I froze, my fingers curled around the cold metal handle. I couldn't move forward, and I couldn't go back. I was caught in the middle of the floor, a deer in the headlights of a socialite's suspicion."It’s the house settling, Sophie,"

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