(KRYSTAL'S POV)
My mouth is still working on Raffaele's fingers, tasting my own release, when he says suddenly, "Get up."
I obey, standing up from between his legs, my legs feeling like jelly from the way he fucked me.
"On your knees," he commands, his tone cold.
I get on my knees and his palm cups the back of my head, his fingers tangling roughly in my hair, holding me in place.
"You think you're done?" he rasps, his voice a low, threatening rumble. "That cute little orgasm was just the fucking warm-up."
Before I can even process the words, his other hand is at his waist. I hear the sharp zip of his fly, the rustle of fabric. My heart kicks against my ribs like a frantic, trapped animal. He shifts beneath me, and then I feel it. The hot crown of his cock presses against the side of my face, branding me with its heat. It's huge, thick, and heavy against my cheek.
