All Chapters of Can I ride you, Luca?....Craving my best friend’s brother: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Emma's POVThe door had barely clicked shut behind Luca before my legs officially turned to jelly. I collapsed backward onto the massive, unmade king bed, staring up at the crystal chandelier.Someday. When you’re ready. Marry me."Oh my god," I whispered out loud to the empty room, clutching the fluffy white hotel robe tightly around my chest. "He is literally insane. He’s completely insane."My face was burning so hot I felt like I was running a fever. I rolled over, burying my face straight into his pillow, inhaling the deep, comforting scent of his expensive cologne mixed with the crisp hotel linens. I was still smiling like a total idiot when my phone started blasting from the nightstand.I scrambled over and snatched it. It was a FaceTime call from Maya. The second I swiped answer, her face filled the screen. She was sitting at our kitchen island back home, a half-eaten piece of toast in her hand, her eyes wide with manic energy."She answered!" Maya shrieked, deafening my left

Luca’s POVThe kiss we shared on the edge of the penthouse bed was completely consuming, a fierce, desperate reminder of exactly what I was fighting for. By the time I finally pulled myself away from Emma, my chest was heaving, and the chaotic rage that had driven me across the city had settled into a cold, lethal resolve.We left the Aurelia Grand Imperial Hotel together an hour later, our heads held high as we walked through the lobby. The hotel staff bowed their heads in strict deference, completely oblivious to the fact that the girl walking beside me had just dismantled the matriarch of the Carter family with a single conversation.The drive back to our neighborhood was fast and tense. The V8 engine of my sports car rumbled low as I finally skidded to a halt right in front of the Reed household.Next door, the towering iron gates of my family’s estate loomed like a gilded cage.I turned off the ignition and shifted in my seat, locking my eyes onto Emma. She was looking at me, her

Emma’s POVThe family dinner ended with clinking juice glasses, a lot of laughter, and my dad already sketching out structural blueprints for the new Reed Corporation on the back of a paper napkin.---------Back in SchoolThe transition into the spring semester had been an absolute blur of high-end brand negotiations, skyrocketing bank balances, and a massive relocation strategy. Hannah hadn’t given us a single choice in the matter. The moment the paparazzi started tracking my car, she used her signature, terrifying Carter authority to force Mia, my younger sister Maya, and me to pack up from our old roommate lodge. We didn't move far—just right across the same exclusive neighborhood lane—but stepping into the infamous Carter Lodge was a completely different league. It was the exact, sprawling estate Luca and Hannah had lived in before his graduation, and now, it belonged to the four of us.Three powerhouse finalists, and one incredibly stressed freshman."I am this close to calling

Emma’s POVLuca’s mouth claimed mine with a hunger that erased everything outside this room. His tongue swept past my lips, possessive and demanding, while his hands fisted in my hair, holding me exactly where he wanted me.I moaned into the kiss, my hips instinctively rolling forward. The thin fabric of my sleep shorts dragged against his hard dick already straining through his sweatpants."Someone's eager," I breathed against his mouth, pulling back just enough to see his eyes flash in the dim lamplight."Ten hours, Emma." His voice was gravel and smoke. "I've been thinking about this since the plane took off from Heathrow.""Show me, then."The words barely left my lips before he flipped us. My back hit the mattress with a soft bounce, and suddenly Luca was everywhere—his body caging mine, his mouth trailing fire down my throat, his knee pressing my thighs apart."You have no idea what you do to me," he muttered against my collarbone, teeth grazing the sensitive skin."Luca—" A gas

Emma’s POVThe next forty-eight hours didn't just pass—they vanished into a completely chaotic, high-speed blur. I was practically running on straight adrenaline and black coffee, juggling three separate international warehouse conference calls with my dad for Reed Corp, cramming for an advanced macroeconomics mid-term, and surviving endless, grueling dress rehearsals on the university's main auditorium stage. My phone was constantly buzzing with notifications, half of them from my private financial manager and the other half from a certain possessive billionaire who kept demanding hourly updates on my schedule.By the morning of the Elite Alumni Gala, I was a total nerve-wracked mess. I was sitting on the edge of the couch in the Lodge, staring blankly at my laptop, when a loud, heavy knock rattled the front door."I'll get it!" Maya yelled from the hallway, her sneakers squeaking against the hardwood. A few seconds later, she walked back into the living room, dragging a massive, bea