(VALENTINO'S POV)
"Well, this is an interesting view," Raffaele says with a smirk.
My stomach drops.
"Motherfucker," I hiss under my breath. Without thinking, I yank my still-hard cock out of Krystal and scramble to throw the sheets over her, standing in front of her like a fucking shield. I can feel her gripping the sheets tight to her chest, and damn it, I can already tell she's mortified because her cheeks are blazing red.
I spin toward Raffaele, my eyes narrowing, teeth grinding in my jaw. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
Raffaele doesn't even flinch. Hands in his pockets, he leans lazily against the doorframe like he owns the place. "You gonna put something on, or should I keep dodging the view of your dick waving around like a fucking flag?"
"Get out!" I snap, raising my voice. "Get—THE FUCK—out!"
He doesn't budge. Instead, he tilts his head, that cocky smirk never leaving his face. "Make me."
