by Olga GOA
Hearing water running in the bathroom on the second floor, Milano quickly came up to the door, and opened it. He saw that Veronica was enjoying the jacuzzi and his heart quailed. He remembered what the doctor told him a few days ago.
“Fuck, Nike! What are you doing?!” He yelled at her aloud.
Veronica immediately jumped up, not knowing why that wild and uncontrollable Demon bawled at her.
“And what do you think I’m doing, Milano? And please, stop screaming!” Veronica broke out.
“Pregnant women are not allowed to sit in hot water. A miscarriage can happen.” Milano grabbed her by the hand, quickly taking the young woman out of the water. He was shocked by the fact that Veronica didn’t think about the consequences of taking a hot bath. But, maybe, he shouldn’t reprove her? Veronica probably didn’t know anything about it. The doctors didn’t talk to her personally while examining her in Pisa, because she was unconscious.
“Oh, God!” Veronica was horrified, wrapping her body with her long arms and shaking a little. She couldn’t even imagine that a hot bath was forbidden for pregnant women.
“Do you want to get away from me, so that’s why you wanted to get rid of the baby?” Milano flared up, looking at Veronica with suspicion.
“Damn it, Milano! Stop trying to accuse me of what I didn’t do!”
“It’s difficult to believe,” he snapped, still tormenting her with his doubts.
“Trust me or get out of here!” Veronica demanded with sharpness in her voice, wishing to leave the bathroom as soon as possible. She had no more power to speak with Milano, who had pissed her off today. She wanted to have rest from his companionship.
“Didn’t you want a miscarriage?” Milano asked Veronica incredulously, moving his gaze from her face to her body.
“Of course not…” Tears appeared in Veronica’s eyes when she realized that the strength of her beliefs didn’t influence Milano. He still couldn’t trust her fully; what else could she do?
“Cara, don’t cry. I’m sorry... I’m sorry... I believe you.” Seeing tears in her eyes, Milano gently wiped them with his index fingers, wanting to calm his Amazon down.
“Go away, I beg you,” Veronica asked him. She wished to be alone at least for half an hour. But Milano was adamant, as usual. He didn’t let her go, warming her hands in his palms.
“Will you let me sit alone or not, Demon?” Veronica sighed heavily, while he continued to stroke her skin.
“I wouldn’t. I should be in the company of my Angel.” Milano began to kiss her fingers, looking at Veronica sullenly and expecting obedience from her. And she came out of the bath, hiding her full breasts and intimate place with her arms.
“Why do you shy away from me? Such a childish behavior!” Milano snorted, watching Veronica casting her eyes down and not looking at him. Veronica was still a prude, even though they often had sex. She was still an Angel in her soul.
Although, Veronica’s modesty didn’t bother Milano at all. The desire to lick all the water drops streaming down her legs increasingly grew in him.
“Take it. Wrap yourself up.” He ordered Veronica, handing her a polypetalous towel. When Veronica obediently executed his order, Milano gently lifted her in his arms. And as a caring boyfriend, he carried her strictly to the third floor.
“You didn’t eat.” Milano was a bit angry, placing his girl on the bed and thinking how to prepare her something to eat.
“Some food is left in the pan. Please, bring it to me.” Veronica gently asked him, patting his hand wearily.
Having gone downstairs and taken everything out of the kitchen, Milano soon brought dinner to his goddess. He gently fed her with a spoon, and his behavior amused and pleased Veronica so much. She loved when Milano showed his tenderness and concern. She adored when he ceased to be a Demon.
After finishing her dinner to the last crumb, a fully satiated Veronica lied down and covered herself with a blanket.
“It would be wonderful if you sleep, cara,” Milano advised her quietly.
“And can you just sleep? You have a ravenous sexual appetite.” Veronica mocked at his intimate life.
“I can.” Milano chuckled in response to her catch, hastily undressing in front of Veronica and climbing into the bed. He widely spread his arms, waiting for Veronica to cling to him gently.
But for some reason, she hesitated.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t molest me?” Veronica wondered, perhaps knowing the answer to her favorite question.
“I won’t, my little candy.” Milano smiled, moving closer to his Amazon and proving with his behavior that he wouldn’t go that far.
And soon Veronica saw it for herself. An hour later she was already sleeping in Milano’s arms, while he was whispering gentle words in Italian into her ear. When the heat finally tired him out, Milano fell asleep too. He tightly embraced Veronica, while having sweet and bright dreams about her.
Their next day was full of hope.
The next day was starting on a clean slate.
The next day was discovering something new.
~ CHAPTER 2 ~
Devastating Desire
The next morning, Veronica woke up hearing some noise in their bedroom. Being curious about what was going on; she opened her eyes slowly and saw something interesting in front of her. Milano was putting on his favorite black suit, and Veronica’s breathing seized. After all, it was one of his sexiest garments, and Milano knew how his beauty could affect a woman’s desire. Especially, the desire of his Amazon.
Veronica was so anxious to warm Milano in a soft bed; she wished to do it right now. She was eager to show Milano that she was just for him, at least for that moment that his presence was still so real.
As Milano was changing his clothes for work, he was looking blankly into his laptop. He checked handmade graphic drawings with photos of buildings which were made as perfect designs. However, noticing Veronica’s quiet movements on his bed, Milano smiled widely. His immodest thoughts raced in his head.
Milano rapidly closed his laptop, looking at his Amazon with a special fervor.
What the hell?! He resented. I can’t handle it. I want her constantly, even when she just woke up. I don’t see the brain in my head anymore. I really went off the rails!
Milano twisted his face. He didn’t like to admit how Veronica was changing his libido. That reformation was like a tsunami, washing all his barriers away. The barriers that he had been building all those years between him and people. They were crashing under the wave of emotions to that unique and extraordinary girl.
Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to wait until the evening, Milano decided not to deny his lust. He was standing near the large bed, scanning Veronica’s body with his coveted look.
“Should I ask you or you’ll do it yourself?” Milano grinned, licking his lips in an erotic appeal so that Veronica would kiss him.
“No ‘good morning’ or ‘how are you, honey?’ Not any compliment at all!” Veronica spat in his direction, turning away from such a cruel but such a damn hunk.
“Is this what you need?” Milano beamed, slipping his hand in Veronica’s hair and winding it around his long fingers.
“Actually, yes, if you haven’t forgotten the respect you have to accord to me!”
Veronica hated Milano’s incivility, but for some reason, her Demon got away with it. Probably his charm was too attractive for her, and it was impossible to resist. She could only follow her passion.
“I would never forget about it. Besides, I constantly crave for you.” Milano spoke, desperately breathing out. He enjoyed teasing Veronica with the arrogance in his voice. “If you don’t want, Veronica, I’ll try any blond.”
“Asshole!” Veronica didn’t tolerate his words, shouting an insult to him. She couldn’t understand why Milano made her jealous. Did he try her feelings or wanted something else? Veronica was in endless conjectures regarding Milano Veneziani’s thoughts.
Surprisingly for Veronica, her ruden
ess didn’t hurt Milano. On the contrary, it increased his desire with a new force.
“That’s for sure. Because I always want you. And no one can change that. Even me, such an asshole!” Milano admitted with irritation, slamming his hand against the wardrobe. He hated the fact that he couldn’t control his feelings for Veronica. He seemed like he was losing himself.
“A brazen liar!” Veronica cried out when he came closer to her. “Go to work, Milano. You’re in such a hurry! Find someone out there prettier than me, if you’re no longer interested. Milano Veneziani may have fun with new girl in his own office!” Veronica finished through her teeth, no longer enduring his constant antics.
“Do you enjoy teasing me, as other women normally do, huh? Because it pleases you? No, it satisfies you!” Milano barked loudly, seeing that Veronica didn’t succumb to him and didn’t follow his desires. She pushed him more and more away, and it made him angry.
Milano didn’t understand what game Veronica played. Maybe she finally wanted to destroy all his borders and castles, or she just wanted to put him on edge.
Firmly grabbing her by the shoulders, Milano threw her on the bed.
“I asked you amicably, and you started with that silly romance again. Do you like to piss me off, Veronica?”
“Yeah! You guessed correctly!” she threw him a challenge again, pulling out of his grasp.
“Well, then I would be happy to fuck you right now!”
Feeling that the bed would only extinguish his desire to punish Veronica, Milano picked his Amazon up and pinned her to the wardrobe that was opposite their bed.
“You know I can have an explosive level of anger. You saw it in Pisa. And now, do you want to see it again?” Milano was holding back, but a real revolution of different emotions was boiling inside him.
“Well, if it makes you happy, and maybe our baby, do it. Hurt me, jerk!” Veronica was shouting at him. She knew that any other tone wouldn’t properly affect Milano Veneziani.
“I’ll be damned!” Milano hissed, stripping a sheet off Veronica and leaving her completely naked. Suddenly a flash of rage passed, and he gradually entered the tender flesh of his Amazon softly. Milano didn’t expect that he would temper justice with mercy and would be as nice as he had never been before.
“Do you feel me? Admit it, Nike.” His hoarse whisper reached Veronica’s ears, while Milano was adding pace to his lust.
“Yes, Mino... Yes…” the words fell from Veronica’s lips, and her quiet moan pierced all the cells of Milano’s body.
“So do I, my Angel. All of you. I feel... so deep...”
Milano continued to torment Veronica with his body and enjoyed this torture to the utmost. He caught the big wardrobe from falling down with his hands, not slowing the rhythm of his deep, sharp thrusts. Lifting the hips of his Amazon higher, he allowed Veronica to wrap her legs around his waist, and he pressed her to the wardrobe with a deep groan.
Milano was holding his fairy’s waist carefully, taking her far away from the Earth.
“Oh, heavens!” Veronica whispered, as usual scratching Milano’s back from his shoulder blades to his coccyx. She didn’t blame herself about that—she did it on purpose to tease Milano. Thus she showed any woman who dared to approach Milano that he belonged only to her. And no one would have a right to have him except Veronica.
“Don’t stop... please...” she begged Milano, holding her sweet convulsions from the growing ecstasy.
“It’s not in my nature to interrupt sex, my Amazon... I’m always for the end of it.” Milano answered passionately, plunging into the entrance of his Queen to the fullest. At times, he caught her nipple and sucked it with his lips when his thrusts were slowing down.
“Mmm… I won’t feel anything soon. Everything went numb inside me.” Veronica told Milano sincerely. She was barely coping with impending tremors that gave her goosebumps all over her body. Especially, goosebumps that reached her intimate place.
“I will release you, my Angel, as fast as I can. Be patient.” Milano sang, seeing that the wardrobe started to shake from side to side. It seemed as if it didn’t agree with the way Milano and Veronica exploited it.
Having soared high above the Earth, Milano and Veronica reached a superb pleasant orgasm. They were immersed in their own feelings.
Milano was breathing heavily. He did not intend to let go of Veronica as well as Veronica didn’t think of letting go of Milano. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist like a vine around a sturdy tree.
“Nikky, I have to go to work, or I will be late,” Milano muttered, gently placing her on a warm sheepskin rug. He winced a bit from new markings, which his warlike lady gifted to him. “I had breakfast. Now it’s your turn to go to the kitchen. Straightaway!”
“Okay, but what should I do apart from cleaning the house while you’re away?” Veronica asked with interest while Milano was tidying his hair. Veronica’s thin fingers badly battered it during their bodily pleasures.
“No cleaning, Nike! You’re pregnant. Don’t forget that! Watch TV or go shopping. Just tell Pietro where you want to go, and he will take you. And better yet, have more rest and don’t go anywhere. It is useful to you.”
“But I need a job, Milano. I want to sew. I’ll die of boredom waiting for you!” Veronica protested, not accepting his order. She attempted to do everything on her own.
“Then let Pietro buy the fabric for your hobby even though I don’t approve of it.”
“My hobby?” Veronica hissed to him discontentedly. “That’s my future bread! I’m studying fashion design at university, but apparently, I wouldn’t finish the last course because of you.”
“Tell me please why on earth do you need education?” Milano reproached her, not understanding her claims. “You’ll become my wife soon. You’ll have money for anything you want.”
“I don’t want to depend on you, Milano,” Veronica pouted her lips, almost stamping her foot like a little girl. She was stubborn like Milano, and that fact didn’t make him glad at that moment. But for a while, it could be forgotten.
“We’ll talk about it later. It is time to go to work.”
Veronica sighed deeply. She knew that to argue with Milano meant to spit against the wind. He would never take her side, if she, of course, didn’t use her feminine wiles.
Looking into the mirror of his wardrobe, Milano smirked at his reflection. He adjusted his dark blue tie and was glad that he calmed down his Amazon. He was looking at her attentively while she was tucking his cream shirt in his pants and slowly zipping his fly.
Veronica smiled mysteriously as if preparing for her next plan of revenge on Milano in bed.
“What are you up to?” Milano played with Veronica’s unruly curl, watching the emotions of his Angel. They changed so fast—one after the other.
“Just concentrate on your work, darling,” Veronica said, shaking off the dust from his suit. She grinned in a flirty way when Milano stopped her hand on his shoulder, kissing it passionately. It was the only way he could thank his Amazon for their hot sex.
“You surprise me with your gallantry, Milano,” she smiled, hinting at his kiss.
“And you surprise me with your mysteriousness,” he snorted, looking at his watch which showed half past eight. He had to hurry.
Taking his laptop and a leather briefcase, Milano rapidly headed for the exit. Veronica threw a pink silk robe over herself, running down the stairs after her Demon.
“Do you want to see me off?” Milano turned around, noticing that Veronica was still following him. She nodded in reply to his question, and he smiled. His Amazon wanted to bring him joy.
Opening the front door, Milano wished her ‘a nice day.’ He almost went to the car, but Veronica stopped him.
“And what about this?” she twirled the car keys on her finger, smiling at Milano.
“Oh, damn... Thank you, sugar.”
He reached the keys, but Veronica hid them behind her back.
Her games again?
Ah, Veronica! Milano laughed to himself.
“Give me that, Angel. Don’t mess with me!” he demanded, looking at Veronica as if he would shut her into a medieval tower and make her his sex slave for a week.
“Are you always so angry in the morning?” Veronica asked him in a seductive soprano, not giving the keys to her Demon.
“Mostly I calm down my anger with sex, and you know it, baby. So... to provoke me now means to accept to be fucked again. But this time, the way it should be.”
Having imagined that, Veronica groaned mentally. The excitement overwhelmed her.
“No, thank you. I won’t.”
“What a good girl,” Milano chuckled, taking his car keys from Veronica’s finger and gently kissing her on the cheek.
“Where’s Lucenzo?” Veronica asked, looking outside and noticing that Milano’s brother was nowhere to be found.
“He went to help Francesca with a house repair. So the cottage is all yours, dear. But if you have any problems, call me.”
“He went to work so early?! You are real workaholics!” Veronica praised the Veneziani brothers, respecting their fine personal qualities. She couldn’t imagine herself or her life without work as well.
“Probably, we get that from my father. He always puts the company first in his life.”
“Don’t blame him, Milano,” Veronica told him knitting her eyebrows. “Parents love and understand their children.”
“They do, Veronica, if these children bring them money!” Milano growled out.
Such bitterness sounded in his words that Veronica dropped the topic about his parents. If there was a proper time and place for that, they would talk about his past again, but in a calmer tone and when Milano is not in a hurry to go to work.
“I’m leaving. If you need something, this is my mobile number.” Milano handed his business card to Veronica, which she took elegantly from his hands.
“Milano Veneziani, President and Chief Executive Officer of the ‘Romano Industries’…” Veronica read it aloud, studying the business card of her man who owned a thriving construction company.