Fateful Italian Passion Page 6

  Milano beamed, rejoicing that finally, the right woman appeared in his life. The woman who could take care of him, asking for nothing in return.

  “Come closer. Don’t be afraid, cara.” Milano patted his knee, not losing eye contact with her. He invited his goddess to land on his lap.

  “Afraid of you?” Veronica willfully burst out laughing. “Don’t flatter yourself, Narcissus!”

  “You look like a modest schoolgirl.” Milano chuckled. “Please, sit next to me. Your behavior makes me laugh myself to tears.” He swallowed the chicken pieces and boiled vegetables, attempting not to mock Veronica.

  “Shut up!” Veronica pinned her ears back, putting her hands on her hips. “It was you who made me look like a fool in front of your secretary! Was it impossible to wait for the lunch break?”

  “Why this shit right now, Nike?” Milano broke out. He hated when his desires were criticized; especially by women.

  “Your Susan wouldn’t have let me come to you if you hadn’t asked her to. But why the hell am I telling you all of this?” Veronica was boiling with anger; she found it difficult to calm herself down. But how was it possible, when the acts of her Demon were so reckless?

  Milano, in contrast, had his version of the events, speaking to Veronica in a harsh tone, “It’s because you wanted to test my loyalty, damn it! And you’re only looking for an excuse to stab me more painfully with your claims.”

  “I don’t give a toss about your loyalty!”

  “Your attitude speaks for itself, cara mia; you’re always so unsatisfied and furious…” Milano sneered. “And you know the reason, my goddess? Female hormones are rebelling inside you and you just want sex. Give yourself to me, and everything will be okay.” He spoke with excitement in his voice, reaching to pinch Veronica’s rounded ass.

  “Oh really? Then why do you treat me like I’m nothing? Why order me to come to your office like I am a servant? But then, when I come here, you ignore me in the hallway in front of Susan! Why, you Demon?” Veronica increased the distance between herself and Milano, not allowing him to hug her. She knew—if he starts to caress her, she’ll give up again. And it shouldn’t work like that.

  Deciding that she needs to teach her Demon a lesson, Veronica pulled a long leather belt from her ladies purse. She shook her head at him, hinting that she was going to spank him.

  Milano’s eyes widened with surprise, and he suddenly laughed. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

  “You, don’t be ridiculous!” Veronica embittered. “If you’re sleeping with Susan, I’m here to educate you, messy fucker!”

  “Here we come to the essence of your problem, my little star. You are desperately jealous.” Milano continued to roar with laughter, rocking in his black leather chair. He tried to take away the ‘weapon’ from Veronica.

  “Even if it is so, what is it to you? You have an ice shard instead of a heart, like a cruel Kay from the fairy tale ‘The Snow Queen.’ Everything is useless as I see! So arrivederci, Signor Veneziani.”

  Veronica turned toward the exit and headed to the door of Milano’s office. But in a few seconds, Milano appeared in front of her like a magician, blocking her way.

  “Don’t run away, Veronica. Eat with me…” Milano offered, transforming his smile into an arrogant grin and handing her his wide palm.

  “What else do you want, Demon? Maybe you wish to have lunch with your secretary and me?” Veronica grumbled cholerically, realizing that Milano doesn’t take her opinion seriously. All this was just a game for him.

  “If you’re in, I will invite her.” Milano nodded, starting to get on her nerves with his smirk.

  Unable to bear his animosity, she punched his chest with her fists. “You are such an asshole!”

  “That’s why all girls do cling to me,” Milano confessed, sharply grabbing his warrior woman by her wrists. He kissed Veronica vigorously, swallowing the entire flavor of her lips and feeling that he won’t be able to be nice to her any longer. Her hot breath scorched his skin; her eyes tugging at Milano, making him more attracted to her.

  Milano’s sculpted arms surrounded Veronica in a trap, coming down to her slim waist and then changing the angle to her buttocks. The sound of defiance flew away from Veronica’s lips and was immediately absorbed in her passionate lover’s kiss.

  Milano led Veronica to his table in the special rhythm of the tango. He pressed her to the table and then placed her on top of it. Lifting her coral dress to her hips and throwing her long legs on his shoulders, Milano finally put Veronica on the table. His palms compressed by her strong firm buttocks; his tongue overbearingly entered her mouth, starting to caress her palate in.

  It made Veronica convulsively shudder in the desire of her sensualist and leaned her head back quickly. It made her not able to refuse him. She felt as the light drizzling from his caresses ran down her spine and reached the tips of her fingers. She cannot even wrangle a response to his savagery—it was to no avail. She gave up completely. She was melting, while nimble fingers of her Italian glided over her skin.

  Milano growled in response to Veronica’s moans, going down to her exquisite neck. He made his tongue glide along her delicate collarbone and solar plexus. Milano tasted the wine of the winner.

  “You enjoy seeing me as a dominant because you prefer it, Nike. If you didn’t want this, it is unlikely that you would lie here, totally relaxed.” Milano grinned at his male power and her female weakness.

  “You know which buttons to press, Milano. You know how to influence a woman when she’s so attached to you. Don’t play dumb like you don’t understand what I’m talking about!” Veronica evaluated the nature of her Demon critically, while he smiled at her.

  “You’re right, mio cuore,” Milano replied in an affirmative tone and his beautiful baritone descant echoed around the office. He knew he had won again.

  Exposing Veronica’s genitals, Milano eagerly looked at her beautiful body, desiring infinitely to own it. Proving that he could do it, he slowly paved his way to her feminine gates using his male organ. He paused for a moment, looking into her eyes with pleasure.

  “But you’re not quite ready to have sex with me, my Angel. Relax, and I will help you.” He whispered, feeling her body’s tension and endeavoring to soothe her with his touches.

  “Do it or leave me alone!” Veronica’s poignant look pierced Milano like a dagger. She saw his selfish lust and didn’t want to satisfy him by having sex.

  “You’re insufficiently excited. You’ll get hurt, Nike!”

  “And do you care? You’re an animal that’s used to taking and giving nothing back!”

  “Don’t talk to me like that, Veronica. You’re not my mother!” Milano raised his voice to a loud pitch; Veronica was too intransigent to understand him.

  “So you’re not my father either! You’re nothing to me!” Veronica blurted out, forgetting to bite her tongue. Her temperament played a cruel joke on her―she forced Milano’s demon out. She forced the good half of his character to fall against the dark one.

  “Well, whatever!” Milano yelled. “If you want this, I’ll do it roughly!”

  Veronica grabbed strongly onto his steel shoulders, staring at Milano with her wild eyes. His words hit her like lightning. Only now she awoke to the fact that her man begged her not to anger him. Milano begged her to give him what he wanted―sex. Only Veronica could keep his demons at bay and not let them rule him. Sex with her suppressed his emotions and made Milano a calm and more balanced man for their life together. But Veronica didn’t hear him at this moment; she only rebuked him for his selfishness.

  Veronica almost burst into tears as she thought about Milano. After all, she didn’t wish to escalate the situation. She desired to help her Demon, to help him in everything. But their burning temperaments involved them once again in a strong fight. So now she had only one thing to do. She silently asked Milano for his forgiveness. She was afraid that he’d get lost again in his Hell. The place from where she can’t even pu
ll him into the light. And now it will only be her fault.

  Although in Milano’s mind, a muted response appeared to his actions. I’m not a bastard to hurt her. Milano mentally nodded to himself. What the fuck? I really frightened my Angel... Oh, God!

  “I have to apologize.” He suddenly whispered in Veronica’s ear, lifting himself from her body and adjusting his clothes. “I wasn’t supposed to behave like that.”

  “Milano?” Veronica gently called out to him, but silence was the only answer.

  Milano turned away from her, feeling that it showed his worst side. Howsoever women irritated him; he would never have been so rough during their intercourse. What was going on inside his Hell? What is he hiding from everyone? What? Will he ever say anything to Veronica someday?

  “For a while, we will lay off from having sex. I’ll give you the phone number of our family gynecologist, and you’ll talk to him every day. I want to know that you and the baby are okay.” Milano sank into his armchair, resting his head on its headrest. He began to spin in it like a whirligig; he stared at the ceiling, not saying a word to Veronica. He has withdrawn again into his interior dark kingdom and probably didn’t plan to come back to our world.

  When Milano stopped his armchair with his leg, he slowly closed his eyes. He didn’t dare speak to Veronica, because he was afraid of the truth. He was afraid to reveal all his murky secrets and have Veronica hate him. He didn’t want to lose her; she was his salvation.

  Noticing his sad eyes, Veronica promised herself that she would find a way to open a frank conversation with him.

  “If this is what you want, Milano, I’m not going to argue with you.” She agreed. “But I hope you won’t come back during this time to your secretary—”

  “Veronica!” Milano cut her off. He slapped his hand down on his desk, looking impatiently at his Amazon.

  “What?” Veronica giggled, sliding her fingers over his shoulder and then to his neck.

  “Stop being so jealous!”

  “Stop trying to fuck everyone!” She blurted out.

  Her answer made Milano laugh and forget about everything. Veronica had a gift for cheering him up and changing his negative thoughts to positive ones. She was his Angel for sure.

  Milano quietly addressed Veronica so that no one would hear him from behind the door, “Well, if you so crave it, bene, my sweetie.[2] Do impose a veto on my fucking.” He looked at Veronica for so long, watching her reaction.

  But seeing that Veronica did not perceive his words seriously, he took the next step. He put her hand on his crotch, hidden under his pants, and stopped in his tracks.

  Milano asked Veronica an indiscreet question. “Now it’s yours. How do you like that, my Amazon?”

  Veronica swallowed hard, hoping that she heard him right. It was on the verge of her fantasy that Milano has agreed to do that thing. But his serious glance made her believe his offer.

  She encouraged Milano, as her freedom-loving Demon. She was aware that it wasn’t easy for him to give his body to his future wife and forget about his sexual adventures. For Milano, it was a decisive step towards a closer relationship with Veronica.

  “You’re renting it or just giving it for personal use?” Veronica wondered with a smile, using her feminine coquetry in the conversation.

  “For personal use, passerotto mio[3],” Milano declared, showing his white teeth and enjoying the calm state of his Amazon.

  Veronica chuckled leaning her forehead against her beloved’s and quietly whispering to him, “My Milano.”

  “Your Milano,” he responded, sighing deeply and wanting to get just a modicum of tenderness from his goddess. And Veronica didn’t keep him waiting. She climbed on his lap and decided to reward him with a deep kiss.

  As soon as Veronica tried to do it, the intercom sounded on the massive oak table. The smooth, seductive voice of his secretary, Susan, struck her ears.

  “Signor Veneziani. You asked me to remind you that you’ll have a meeting with the Spaniards in an hour.”

  “I know, Susan!” Milano snapped. “You distracted me from a conversation at the most inopportune moment. If I think I’ve forgotten something, I’ll call you. Bene?”

  “Bene, Signor Veneziani. Scusi[4].” The secretary said deeply apologetically, speaking the words with an Italian accent.

  “Non c'è bisogno di scusarsi. Ma d'ora in poi dovresti essere più intelligente.” Milano shrieked through his teeth, hugging Veronica by the waist and pulling her closer to him. Susan immediately hung up, offended by the harsh words of her boss.

  “What did you say to her?”

  “I told her that there is no need to apologize. But from now on, she should be smarter.” Milano muttered in a low voice, leading his forefinger to his Amazon’s neck and wishing to get her attention again.

  “That’s not very tactful, darling. You shouldn’t humiliate her,” Veronica condemned him, locking his masculine neck in a wrist-lock grip. Milano’s skin was so silky and warm that Veronica didn’t plan to let him go. She wanted to canoodle with him in his embrace.

  “My secretary needed this; a good telling-off.” Milano snorted.

  “But Milano!”

  “What, my sweetie pie?” He giggled, patting his goddess’ small tummy.

  “I am not a pie!” Veronica broke out in a second. “I’m not so plump.”

  “You will be soon; when our little one grows even more inside you.”

  “Kiss my ass! I won’t be fat.”

  “About that first order, I would gladly do it, cara. But I’m not sure that the Spaniards, my business partners, would understand me if they caught us here.” Veronica covered her mouth with her hand, trying not to burst out laughing at his humor. Milano liked to relish joking just to cheer her up. “As for the second, you don’t get to choose, baby. During pregnancy, women always gain weight. I think we’re having a boy.” Milano continued.

  “You never know which it is. Maybe it’s a girl.” Veronica shot back.

  “Let it be. It’s still my baby.”

  “Of course, it’s yours! Who else’s?” She was enraged, knowing that the pride of Milano was unlikely to disappear. It was his nature, and therefore, he will stay like that. But maybe he will change?

  “Nike, you’re not exactly in the mood.” Milano noticed. “What’s eating you?”

  “That person named Susan!” Veronica boiled. “She likes you. She wants to seduce and drag you into her bed.”

  “And you want to get ahead of her?” He chaffed her with a smile, caressing her slender neck.

  “Fuck you, Milano!”

  “That is what you will do right now.”

  Veronica understood the meaning of her Demon’s words when she directly rolled from the top of the table onto his muscular thigh. Not allowing her to collect herself, Milano lifted her above his rebellious shaft, and Veronica gasped when her entrance was consumed by lust. She guessed that today will be better than ever with her astonishing Demon.

  “You are ready, cara. You’re burning up like fire and scorching me.” Milano sang, looking at the aristocratic face of his goddess.

  “And what does that mean?” Veronica asked him huskily. This position she was in now didn’t let her use another tone.

  “Your body will accept me because the moisture washes the road to your kingdom.”

  Whether it was the words of her Demon or the sexy timbre of his voice, Veronica began to tremble. The easy waves of desire moved onto her, and she was pleased to get what she wanted. Milano lowered her hot folds to his waiting shaft, guiding her.

  Veronica shuddered, sensing an indescribable filling of her body. She preferred to sing another serenade of passion.

  “My words excite you, my goddess. How beautiful you are, mia piccola[5].”

  “Honey.” Veronica moaned; the fingers of her seducer slipped to her waist, exposing her. Milano revived a thirst for gratification in her, caressing her, and Veronica began to repeat the movements up and down, experiencin
g a terrific bliss from them.

  With her head thrown back, Veronica’s emotions were with her. They were like an open book for Milano to read and enjoy it. Veronica enthusiastically closed her eyes, while the golden threads of sensations floated through her body.

  Milano had never seen his goddess like this. She wasn’t shy; she forgot her natural bashfulness. Not stopping to torment his goddess, he was bringing her closer to orgasm. He started to tell her lewd words.

  “Si, mia bella.[6] My penis is for your personal use. Torture him; exhaust him as you like. I’m yours.”

  Veronica moaned harder, hearing such frank words from Milano Veneziani. Not able to deal with her elation, she sharply caught Milano by his bushy hair, afraid to scream in his office.

  Milano gently covered her mouth with his hand and hugged Veronica to himself, lowing something unintelligible into her breast. He helped Veronica to find her highest peak of ecstasy with his deep and dynamic thrusts.

  “Maledizione![7]” Milano growled after his all-consuming emotions.

  “You’re such a professional, Mino!” Veronica exhaled sharply, reclining against his shoulder and steadily calming her breathing.

  “Without a doubt, right?” Milano quipped, feeling the warmth of her secret place on his impressively sized member.

  “I gave you a freebie in every sense, and now I will go. You can do whatever you want.” Veronica proudly raised herself from his hips, put on her lace underwear and adjusted her clothes.

  “Don’t say that!” He condemned her. “You’re my bride and not a girl from the street.”

  “Then don’t give Susan any false hope. She’s in love with you.”

  “And I don’t give a shit about it!”

  Veronica shook her head as if she didn’t believe Milano’s words.

  “My dear, you shouldn’t think that I have sex with everyone. I made a vow with my body. What else do you need?” Milano’s face began to acquire sharp features, for the reason of his flood of anger. But he tried to learn to control it. He was a grown man, not a youngster.