Lahat ng Kabanata ng Can I ride you, Luca?....Craving my best friend’s brother: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

Emma’s POV"The bathroom. Now!!," I hissed, my voice a frantic vibration.Luca didn’t move for a heartbeat, his eyes still dark, his chest still heaving from the heat of a moment that had been violently incinerated."Luca, move!" I shoved his chest, my palms slick with a cold sweat that I didn’t know when it broke out.He finally snapped out of it, pivoting with that predatory grace that usually made me weak but right now just made me want to scream. He stepped into the bathroom, the door clicking shut just as the front door of the Lodge groaned open."Emma? Mia?"It was Hannah.I scrambled to my vanity, grabbing the first thing I saw—a hairbrush—and started yanking it through my tangled hair like a madwoman. My heart was a frantic drum, echoing in my ears, drowning out the sound of the world."Oh! Hannah! You’re back?" I heard Mia’s voice in the hallway. She sounded breathless, likely having sprinted from her room to intercept the disaster."Yeah, forgot my laptop," Hannah’s voice wa

Emma’s POVI sucked in a breath, the air leaving my lungs in a sharp, startled gasp. The crude words, the raw hunger in his voice, were like a live wire touching my skin. Do you want some dick? It wasn't a question. It was a declaration, a promise, a demand. It bypassed all the logical arguments, the fears, the weariness. It spoke directly to the ache that had been building inside me for weeks—the ache to be touched, to be consumed, to be utterly and completely claimed.My eyes locked with his. The world outside this room, the rules, the hiding, the fear… it all melted away, leaving only the heat of his body against mine and the thrumming pulse between my legs."Yes," I whispered, my voice trembling with a need I couldn't hide. "I want it."The word hung in the air for a fraction of a second before Luca’s lips crashed back onto mine. This kiss wasn't gentle. It was a conquest. His tongue invaded my mouth, tasting me, claiming me. I moaned into him, my hands clawing at the back of his

Emma’s POVThe interior of Luca’s SUV smelled like expensive leather and the lingering scent of his cologne—the same one that had been "soupy" in my bedroom only twelve hours ago. Every time he shifted gears, his shoulder would brush near the center console, and I’d feel this weird, frantic hum in my chest.Hannah, of course, was oblivious. She had the seat tilted back just enough to look effortless, her phone held high like a sacred relic."Okay, move your head to the left, Em! I need the light to hit your cheekbones. Yes! Stunning. Passenger Princess is in the building, and her bestie is the Royal Guest!"I leaned forward from the back seat, forcing a smile that felt a little tight. "Are we really doing this for the third time today, Han?""Um, hello? It’s Sunday! The lighting is literally blessed," Hannah chirped, her thumb tapping rapidly on the screen as she applied a filter. "Now, look cute. Three, two, one—"She started a video, Pouting at the camera while I waved awkwardly beh

Emma’s POVMy thumb was hovering over the screen, twitching in a rhythmic, obsessive loop. Refresh. Swipe. Refresh. Swipe.Every time the little loading circle spun at the top of Snapchat, my stomach did a sickening somersault. I wanted to throw the phone across the room, to smash it against the wall until the screen was nothing but glass dust, but I couldn't stop. I was a masochist. I was looking for a reason to stay mad, and Sophia was giving me a goddamn buffet.Tap.The next snap was a video. Slow-motion. It was the pool at the hotel—the water a sparkling, mocking turquoise. Then, the camera panned. Luca was climbing out of the water. His hair was slicked back, water droplets tracing the hard lines of his abs, glistening on his tanned skin as he stood there, completely shirtless and looking like a Greek god carved out of pure betrayal.The caption was a single emoji: 🔥"I hate you," I whispered to the empty room. My voice sounded small and brittle. "I actually, truly hate you."I

Emma’s POVHe stood there, in the middle of my room, and the air turned thick and electric. All the frantic energy from the hallway, the fear of getting caught, it melted away, replaced by a singular, pulsing focus. Him. Me. The space between us.“Where were we?” Luca repeated, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in my chest.He didn’t wait for an answer. He closed the distance in two long strides, his hands coming up to frame my face. This kiss was different from the desperate one at the door. It was slower, deeper, a deliberate savoring. His tongue traced the seam of my lips and I opened for him without a second thought, a soft moan escaping into his mouth. I could taste the mint on his breath, feel the slight scratch of his stubble against my skin. My hands found their way under his hoodie, pushing it up over his shoulders. He broke the kiss just long enough to yank it over his head and toss it to the floor.His chest was bare, warm, and solid under my palms. I ran my hands over t