All Chapters of Can I ride you, Luca?....Craving my best friend’s brother: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Emma’s POVThe silence that followed the end of Sophie’s call wasn’t peaceful. It was a vacuum, a hollow space that my heart immediately tried to fill with the sound of my own frantic breathing. My body was vibrating, the aftershocks of the release Luca had just forced out of me still rippling through my core like electricity.But it wasn't enough. It was nowhere near enough.The game had shifted into something far more primal. By making me listen to his fiancée while his fingers were inside me, Luca hadn't just claimed my body; he had ignited a fire in my blood that was consuming every ounce of my "Good Girl" restraint. I didn't want to be the secret anymore. I didn't want to be the writer. I wanted to be the girl he destroyed in the dark.I moved before I could think. I lunged at him, my hands grabbing his tie and yanking his head down. I didn't care about the bruised skin or the way my breath hitched."Do you have any idea what you just did to me?" I hissed against his lips, my voi

Emma’s POVThe walk from the curb to the front door of the Lodge felt like a march toward a different kind of execution. The cool night air had done nothing to settle the fire Luca had lit in my blood; if anything, the friction of my clothes against my sensitized skin was a constant, throbbing reminder of how close I had come to breaking every rule I possessed.I paused at the threshold, smoothing my hair for the tenth time. I looked down at my dress. It was wrinkled, the silk clinging to me in ways that felt incriminating. I took a deep breath, trying to summon the "Good Girl Emma" who lived in the light, the one who didn't write epics about betrayal or let billionaires ruin her in darkened auditoriums.When I pushed the door open, the scent of cinnamon and chocolate hit me—a domestic, safe aroma that felt like a slap."Emma! You're finally back!"Hannah was curled up on the oversized velvet sofa, a fluffy white blanket tucked around her legs. She looked so soft, so innocent, with he

Emma’s POVThe silence that followed Hannah’s departure was more than just the absence of sound; it was a physical weight. I stood in the middle of the kitchen, the mug of cocoa cooling in my hands, and felt the adrenaline that had sustained me all evening begin to drain away. It was like a tide receding, leaving behind a jagged, salt-crusted shore of guilt and exhaustion.I had lied to my best friend—the girl who had once offered me her heart, only for me to hand it back. Now, I was handing her brother my body while she sat in the next room, worried about "stalkers."The room began to spin. A cold sweat broke out across my forehead, clashing with the internal fire that had been burning since the auditorium. It wasn't just lust anymore; it was a total systemic collapse. My heart had been hammering at a hundred miles an hour for hours, and now, the "crash" was hitting.I barely made it to the bathroom before the nausea took over. By the time I crawled into bed, my joints ached with a d

Emma’s POVThe morning sun was a brutal reminder that the " GRANDEUR" sanctuary was a bubble, and bubbles were meant to burst. I stepped through the front door of the Lodge at 7:00 AM, my body feeling like a well-tuned instrument—relaxed, limber, and entirely devoid of the fever that had nearly shattered me the night before.The air in the Lodge was quiet, but it wasn't peaceful. I could practically feel the judgment vibrating off the walls. I tried to slip toward the stairs, my shoes in my hand, but a voice from the kitchen stopped me dead."Well, look who decided to return from the dead."Mia was leaning against the counter, a cup of black coffee in her hand and an expression that was one part relief and three parts pure, unadulterated sass. She looked me up and down, her gaze lingering on the slight glow of my skin and the way I wasn't exactly walking with my usual "Good Girl" stiffness."I... I had a fever, Mia," I stammered, trying to find my voice. "Luca came over because I wasn

Hannah’s POVThe terrace air was a sharp, cold blade that cut through the stifling layer of expensive perfume and desperate social climbing that filled the ballroom. I leaned against the wall, my knuck9oles white as I gripped the cold railing. Below, the university quad was bathed in the pale, indifferent glow of the moon, looking peaceful in a way I certainly didn't feel.My mind was a chaotic mess of data points that refused to align. The clinic record—or rather, the lack of one. The way Luca had walked toward us with that terrifying, singular focus, looking at Emma as if the rest of the world had simply ceased to exist. And then, the scent. That deep, woody, sandalwood-and-rain fragrance that had draped over both of them like a shared blanket.For a moment, standing there in the dark, a thought had flickered in my mind—a thought so absurd it made my stomach turn. Luca and Emma?I let out a short, hysterical breath that puffed into a cloud of white vapor. I shook my head, trying to