All Chapters of Can I ride you, Luca?....Craving my best friend’s brother: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Emma's POV The world went white for a second as my lips crashed against Tyler’s. It wasn't like the boathouse—there was no spark, just the cold, metallic taste of a mistake and the sharp sting of teeth hitting teeth.I scrambled back, my heels skidding on the wet floor near the shattered glass. Tyler reached out, his hands instinctively catching my waist to steady me. "Whoa, Emma—are you okay?""I—I'm so sorry, I just—""What the hell is going on here?!" Hannah’s voice sliced through the music like a blade.She had just rounded the corner from the restroom, and from her angle, it looked like Tyler was pawing at me amidst a wreckage of broken glass. She didn't wait for an explanation. She marched over and shoved Tyler’s chest, forcing him to let go of me."I told you to stay away from her!" Hannah screamed, her protective-sister mode hitting level ten. "First the quad, and now you’re lunging at her while she’s sitting at a table? You’re done, Tyler!""Hannah, wait, it was an accident!

Emma's POV The screen went black, leaving me in the dim, cold light of the bathroom. My heart was still hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs, and my skin felt flushed, sensitized by the digital intimacy of the last twenty minutes. I stood there for a long moment, leaning my forehead against the cool mirror, waiting for the adrenaline to recede.I crept back into the bedroom, moving like a ghost. Hannah was a motionless silhouette under the duvet, her steady, deep breathing the only sound in the room. I slid under the covers, but sleep was a distant country. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the grainy video of Luca—the intensity in his gaze, the way he commanded me. I tossed and turned, my mind spinning a web of guilt and desire until the early morning light began to bleed through the curtains. Finally, exhaustion won, and I plummeted into a heavy, dream-filled sleep.The Monday morning air on campus was crisp, but it did nothing to clear the fog in my head. Hannah was in high

Emma's POV The walk back from the boat house felt like a mile-long crawl through broken glass. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw them—the silver moonlight on Chloe’s skin, Luca’s hands gripping her where he had gripped me just nights before. My chest felt like someone had scooped out the middle with a cold spoon. By the time I hit the stairs to our apartment, my face was a salty, blotchy mess of tears.I fumbled with the keys, praying the hallway light was out. I pushed inside, trying to move like a shadow, but Mia was right there on the couch, wrapped in a fluffy blanket with a bowl of popcorn.She looked up, her expression shifting from bored to "oh-crap" in half a second. "Emma? What happened? Did someone hurt you?"I couldn't tell her. I couldn't tell anyone. I choked back a sob, my voice sounding like it was coming from the bottom of a well. "Nothing. I’m fine. It’s just... bad cramps, Mia. Like, the world-is-ending kind of cramps."Mia’s eyes softened instantly. She jumped up,

Emma's POV Friday was a long, slow-motion blur. I moved through my morning lectures like a ghost, my body physically present but my mind already hours ahead, anchored to the chaos I knew the night would bring. Every time I checked my phone, there was a heavy silence from Luca’s end. No texts. No threats. Just the looming weight of the party.By 6:00 PM, my apartment was a disaster zone of hairspray, glitter, and discarded outfits. Mia was in high spirits, sipping a pre-game vodka cranberry while she helped me into my dress. It was a slip of black silk that barely qualified as clothing, held up by thin spaghetti straps that looked like they would snap if I breathed too hard."Tonight," Mia said, applying a dark, vampy lipstick, "we forget that men are trash. We just dance until our feet bleed."Hannah arrived twenty minutes later, looking like a firecracker in a silver sequined mini-skirt. "The Uber is downstairs. Let's go before I lose my nerve and stay in to watch Netflix."The frat

Emma's POV I stared at the glowing screen of my phone, the blue light casting sharp shadows across my face. Luca’s text sat there like a dare, a taunt that made my blood boil and my skin prickle with a heat that had nothing to do with the shower I’d just taken.Are you home alone? Should I come over?I hated him. I hated the way he’d looked on that rug at the party, the way he’d let those girls paw at him, and the way he’d used his fingers to destroy my composure while staring me down. But the jungle juice was still humming in my veins, lowering my defenses and amplifying the hollow ache between my thighs. Seeing him in his boxers tonight—sweaty, dominant, and reckless—had triggered a primal hunger I couldn't suppress.I stood up and padded softly to Mia’s door. "Mia?" I whispered, pushing it open.The room was empty. The bed was made, and the scent of her perfume lingered, but she was gone. I checked my phone again and saw a flurry of missed texts from her.Mia: Han is losing it. S