All Chapters of Can I ride you, Luca?....Craving my best friend’s brother: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Emma’s POV"Emma? Sweetheart? I'm so sorry to interrupt, but Aurelia's awake and she's crying for you. She won't take the bottle—she wants to be breastfed."The sound of my mother’s voice through the heavy mahogany door hit the room like a bucket of ice water.Luca froze mid-thrust.His rigid length was buried deep inside me, his muscles locked so tight he was literally shaking. For three breathless seconds, neither of us moved. Then, a low, strangled, agonizing growl tore from the back of his throat, and his forehead thudded straight down into the pillow beside my head."Emma, I was two seconds away from coming inside you," he gritted out, looking up at me through heavy, dark eyes blazing with an insane mixture of desire and frustration. "Two seconds!""Just a second, Mum!" I called out toward the door, my voice cracking slightly. "I'm coming!"Luca slowly, painfully pulled out of me with a low groan that sounded like a wounded animal. I scrambled off the bed, my oil-slick skin shive

Emma’s POV"Hands where we can see them! Monsieur Carter, step away from the woman!"The sharp, clipped French accent echoed across the cliffside terrace as eight armed federal officers poured through the broken estate gates, their black tactical vests glinting under the setting sun."Luca!" I gasped, my hand slamming against his chest as he instantly shifted his massive frame in front of me, shielding both me and three-month-old Aurelia from the drawn weapons."Touch my wife or my daughter, and none of you are walking off this cliff alive," Luca growled, his voice dropping into a terrifying, lethal register that made the lead officer pause."Monsieur Luca Carter, you and Arthur Carter are under immediate arrest under French National Security Code Article 706 for international grand tax fraud and embezzlement," the lead prosecutor, Commissioner Laurent, declared, stepping forward with a thick manila folder. "You are being held in high-security isolation for six hours at the Central Pr

Emma’s POVMy throat went dry.The buckle clinked apart in Luca's fingers, the leather hissing through the loops of his trousers with a sound that seemed to echo off the candlelit walls. He didn't break eye contact. Not for a second. Those dark green eyes held mine like a physical grip while his thumb hooked into the waistband of his trousers, teasing the fabric down an inch, revealing the carved V of his hips."You're actually doing this," I breathed, my voice barely a whisper."Do I ever bluff, Mrs. Carter?" Luca's voice was pure gravel and sin. He unbuttoned his trousers, the zipper releasing with a metallic whisper that sent a shiver racing from the base of my spine straight to my core. "You've been prancing around in this silk masterpiece all day, bending over cake tables, laughing with your siblings and friends, dancing with your father—" He pushed the trousers down his powerful thighs, stepping out of them with deliberate grace. "Watching you. Watching other men watch you.""I

Emma’s POV The warm, turquoise water of the infinity pool wrapped around us, cascading over the cliffside edge as Luca pulled me flush against his chest. "No press. No phones. No stress," I repeated, resting my forearms against his broad, wet shoulders while the Mediterranean sun beat down on us. "Are you sure you can actually handle ten whole days of peace, VP Carter?" Luca let out a deep, low rumble in his chest, his dark green eyes burning into mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. "Heartbeat, with you and Aurelia here, I could stay on this island for the rest of my life and never look back." "Don't tease me," I giggled, tracing the wet ink of the tattoos trailing down his neck. "You'd lose your mind without a boardroom to run in a month." "Try me," he rasped, sliding his hands down my back and pulling my hips closer. "I've got everything I care about right here in my arms." For the next ten days, Île d'Aurelia became our own private universe. The corporate

Emma’s POV"Clear the path! Move!"Luca’s voice thundered over the deafening roar of the crowd, his heavy arm locking around my waist like an iron band.He didn't answer a single reporter. He didn't say a word to the flashing cameras or the dozens of microphones shoved into our faces. He simply shielded my head against his chest with one broad hand and forced our way through the wall of paparazzi, pulling me directly into the back seat of the Maybach.The heavy door slammed shut, cutting off the blinding lights and screaming reporters, but the silence inside the car was ten times heavier.Outside, Daniel was still thrashing against the squad car, shouting into the night sky, but the damage was already done. The words had been spoken into a sea of live cameras.Within three hours, the internet completely exploded.---For three agonizing days, our home in Malibu felt like a gilded bunker.I couldn't open a single social media app without seeing my face. Daniel’s parting words at the cl