All Chapters of Can I ride you, Luca?....Craving my best friend’s brother: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Emma’s POV"Emma! Oh my God, Emma!"Luca’s panicked voice roared through the bedroom as the heavy bathroom door slammed against the wall. Before I could even gasp, his massive hands were on me, dropping him to his knees on the cold marble floor right beside the toilet. He didn't care that his expensive, matching Paris silk nightshirt was dragging on the tiles.He immediately gathered my hair in one large hand, pulling it gently away from my face, while his other hand rubbed my back in fast, frantic circles."I've got you, baby. I've got you," he whispered, his voice thick with a level of raw terror I’d never heard from him before. "Breathe. Just breathe."I let out a weak, pathetic groan, my forehead resting against the cool porcelain. The room was spinning in lazy, dizzying loops. "I'm... I'm okay. I think.""You are not okay," Luca growled, his jaw clenched so tightly a muscle ticked in his cheek. He reached up, grabbing a damp, cool washcloth from the rack and gently wiping the col

Emma’s POV"Together," Luca murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration against my lips. He didn’t just say it; he pressed the word into me, his mouth warm and demanding as he kissed me one last time in the quiet, sterile sanctuary of the clinic room. "I mean it, Emma. No more hiding behind your doubts. From this second on, we are a single front.""I know," I whispered, my fingers still tangled in the soft fabric of his collar. My heart was still hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs, but the cold, paralyzing dread that had gripped me in the bathroom of the Lodge was starting to recede, replaced by the heavy, solid warmth of his presence. "But my dad, Luca... he’s going to look at me, and he’s going to see the daughter he put all his hope in, and—""And he’s going to see a woman who is loved, protected, and carrying the next generation of our family," Luca interrupted, his jaw tight as he wiped a stray tear from my cheek with the pad of his thumb. "Let me worry about your fathe

Emma’s POVThe heavy marble pillars of the Carter foyer began to tilt violently. One second I was staring back at Eleanor’s ice-cold glare, and the next, the ground felt like it was dissolving right beneath my boots."Emma?" Luca’s voice cut through the fog, suddenly stripped of all its arrogant calm. He caught my waist just as my knees gave out. "Emma! Look at me. Baby, look at me.""Luca..." I whispered, clutching the fabric of his charcoal sweater as the darkness swept over the edges of my vision. "The room... it’s spinning.""What did you do to her?" Luca roared, his head snapping toward his mother. The raw, terrifying volume of his voice made Vivienne literally jump backward, dropping her tablet onto the floor. "If you so much as breathed a hostile word near her—""Luca, don’t," I choked out, forcing my eyes open and grabbing his jaw with a trembling hand. I could feel the furious, erratic thudting of his pulse beneath my palms. "Don't tell them. Not here. Not to her. Please... j

Emma’s POVThe morning mist was still clinging to the perfectly manicured hedges of the Carter estate as I slipped through the side pedestrian gate. My heart was pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird, and my hand instinctively rested over my lower stomach.Luca was still dead to the world back at the Lodge, exhausted from his trip and the intensity of last night. I had hated sneaking out of our bed, leaving the warmth of his arms, but the glowing text on my phone had left me no choice.Bankrupt by noon. I couldn't let my dad's life's work vanish because of me. Not when we had just gotten our peace.The heavy double doors of the main mansion were opened before I could even knock. Vivienne stood there, dressed in a sharp, high-neck blouse, her lips curved into a triumphant, venomous smile."She's waiting for you in the grand study, Emma," Vivienne purred, stepping aside with a mock courtesy. "Try not to keep her waiting. Madam Eleanor is not in a patient mood today.""Get out of

Emma’s POV"Luca, it’s just two hours of final thesis reviews," I said, trying for the third time to smooth down the front of my soft cream sweater."I don't care if it's two minutes, college girl," Luca growled softly, stepping up behind me in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom. His long, calloused fingers brushed against my throat before he carefully wrapped a thick, plush cashmere scarf around my neck. "Look out the window. The entire city’s press corps is sitting at the bottom of our driveway."I glanced toward the glass balcony doors. Even from here, I could see the glint of camera lenses lined up beyond the Lodge’s security gates."He’s not exaggerating, Em," Hannah said, leaning against the doorframe of our bedroom with two travel mugs of coffee. She handed one to me with a warm smile. "TikTok hit over ninety million views on the `#OurGoddess` tag this morning. There are literally paparazzi bounty offers online for the first clear photo of your ring—and your belly."