(KRYSTAL'S POV)
I sit on the edge of the sofa with my arms crossed tightly over my chest, and let the silence of the villa consume me. The soft hum of the air conditioner, the faint ticking of a clock somewhere down the hall—it's all background noise compared to the storm spinning in my head. My body is calm, but my mind… my mind refuses to shut up.
I replay every moment from the club, to the things I did with Raffaele in his office. I told Val that I didn't like it but I lied.
I enjoyed every bit of it.
From the way he was so rough, and dominant over me, to the way his lips felt against mine, the way he man-handled me with his tattooed hands. How his fucked me with his fingers and rubbed my clit until I made a mess all over his office. Even now, I can feel myself getting wet just thinking about all of it.
And then it hits me.
I'm starting to lose focus.
