Fateful Italian Passion

by Olga GOA

  She gradually woke up…

  “What is the time now?” Veronica croaked, sensing the presence of her beloved Demon.

  “It’s late, baby,” Milano said thoughtfully, smiling to his Angel.

  “Bend to me...” Veronica whispered, while Milano secretly compared her beauty with the beauty of a summer night. It was so diverse and brilliant, like the silver stars; such beauty as hers will never fade.

  Milano’s sapphire-emerald eyes froze on her face; a risible disposition played in them. It seemed like Milano guessed what his Angel wanted from her Demon. He unquestioningly complied with her silent request, while Veronica removed the jacket from his tired shoulders. He undid his trousers, attempting to lay on his bed but Veronica stopped him.

  “Wait.”

  “Darling, what is it?” Milano asked her fearfully. His Amazon could be intuitive about what happened in the office and could blow his brain today. Could it be that Milano needed it?

  “Why did you stay so late at work, Milano?” Veronica cautiously elicited him, wishing to find the truth in his eyes.

  “I had so many tasks which demanded my time, my beautiful girl. I completely forgot about everything, deeply engrossed in the assigned contracts. There are so many unfinished architectural projects that deserve my attention.” Milano talked to her fluently.

  “You are not lying to me?” Veronica asked him with some sadness in her voice, as if she agreed with her heart. The heart that said―Milano was entangled in lies and probably cheated on her.

  “I don’t, cara.” He gently stroked the skin of his goddess, which was cold after the evening sleep and needed the heat of his body. He already wanted her and couldn’t resist this.

  “Don’t break my heart, my love. Don’t break it!” A plaintive moan was heard in Veronica’s voice as she kissed Milano and buried her nose in his shirt. She looked like an ostrich that put its head in the sand―she didn’t want to know anything. Veronica lived in a blissful ignorance not to feel the pain that still tormented her―the pain to be cheated by her Demon.

  Hearing such sincere words from his Angel, Milano felt as if a steel hoop had squeezed his heart. He had lied to Veronica about what happened in the office but was he right? Milano thought that he was. He hid the truth just because he didn’t want to be the cause of Veronica’s unrest. She was pregnant and such a revelation could have a negative impact on the health of their child. So, he decided not to tell Veronica about Susan’s sexual harassment.

  Veronica realized that she wouldn’t achieve anything from Milano in the forthright conversation. She just got up from the bed and straightened her rumpled sketches.

  “Wait, I want to see,” Milano asked her, taking her slim wrist and gently dragging Veronica to himself. Veronica allowed him to look at some of her sketches that were still in embryo.

  “You are talented!” He praised her work with admiration, making sure that all the pictures were perfect. Milano noticed that even though Veronica has stayed in Italy for a while; she has learned many fashion ideas here. She cherishes Italian styles so much. “But you still shouldn’t do it because I will always provide for you, my Nike.” He continued.

  “Thank you for your candor. I didn’t think you’d say otherwise.” Veronica snorted, stowing her drawings in a folder and putting it on the dresser.

  “And I didn’t want to hurt you, sugar.” Milano returned back to his goddess and gently gave her a big hug. Milano asked her to take this gesture as a prayer for forgiveness.

  “I see,” Veronica told him with a smile, leaning back to Milano as she accepted his apology. She allowed him to bite her pink ear and caress it with his tongue. And she shuddered, being fully relaxed in his arms.

  Taking his Amazon on his shoulder and hearing her quiet laughter, Milano carried her to the soft bed. Placing Veronica on the bed like a treasure, Milano covered her body with his.

  “How can I tutor myself to be more patient?” He mumbled when his member clung to her little mound and wanted to break free already. His penis sent him a signal to forget everything and follow his lust.

  Veronica was half asleep and didn’t hear his words clearly. Therefore, she surrendered her inner feelings―the ones experienced when you fly in a dream, and your soul is between the worlds.

  “I want to rip your dress off!” Milano blurted out at that moment.

  “Please pity my dress.” Veronica slightly puffed out her lips.

  Milano smirked. “Did you mean to pity you, Veronica?”

  He raised the hemline of her dress and started to tickle the skin of his Amazon. He had run his fingertips over her body, forward and backward with a slow tempo. Veronica groaned again, taking in everything that her man was giving her. She fully entrusted her soul to the Demon, who had captured the Angel lost in his Hell.

  “I know how this affects you.” Milano hemmed, while his hands, as hosts, made their way higher and higher. They picked up Veronica’s lovely clothes until he saw her underwear. Milano licked his lips, bowing his head down and kissed every exposed spot of her hips. He did it with pleasure till he reached her waiting entrance.

  “I missed you…” Milano confessed to her, slowly removing her panties. “This pink underwear, by the way, couldn’t have been more befitting, my Queen. Mmm, what I’ll do to you now, my lady!”

  “Mino...”

  The flow of Veronica’s words stopped when Milano’s naughty tongue warmed up her entrance. It went deeper into its depths, searching for the treasure there in the form of moisture. Veronica groaned more, clutching his hair and swinging under his inrush and look. Milano’s dark crown bent to her intimate place, hiding what he was doing to her body. It excited her more than anything else; she had already moved to the top of ecstasy.

  Veronica loved everything that her beloved man did to her. She has no feeling that she is a saucy minx and a cunny-hunted woman. It was not like the first time they met each other, and she was so coy. Now she could give Milano everything that he wanted.

  Reaching her sexual climax, Veronica scratched Milano’s skin through his shirt, dying away in her orgasm’s seizures. Milano grinned at his goddess’ habit of leaving long marks on him.

  Not giving Veronica any brief respite, Milano slowly penetrated her sweating body. He started making long, dynamic and excruciating thrusts, forcing Veronica to hold his back. She quickly removed his clothes, applying ingenuity in this as well.

  “Milano... Please take it easy... I’ll scream!” Veronica moaned. She wasn’t in power to rule her emotions and her reactions; her previous orgasm made her weak.

  “Scream, babe!” Milano said as he ordered her. “I told you that I had the walls soundproofed and Lucenzo couldn’t hear my loud wailing from nightmares. Hence, he won’t hear you as well.”

  “I’ll heal you from your nightmares and destroy all your demons.” Veronica vowed, kissing the wrinkle on Milano’s forehead. His breath tickled her neck a little and brought her skin extra relief from fatigue.

  Milano continued to enter her hot, tensed body, as Veronica’s screams sounded across the room. He enjoyed as Veronica lie under him, conquered by the ecstasy and resting among the crumpled white sheets. Milano didn’t cease looking at his Amazon, wondering where this passion would lead them. Would this lead to a beautiful life full of love or a life full of misunderstanding, disappointment, and jealousy?

  “And now, even more...” Milano completely removed Veronica’s dress, throwing it aside from the bed. He continued the sex game that he was eager to play it for an hour. He took off Veronica’s awesome bra and pressed his steamy lips to her full breasts. He devoured her cherry colored nipples with his mouth, gently sucking them and sometimes biting their halos.

  Veronica spun on the bed like butter on a pan, praying that Milano would quickly stop this torture. But he just caressed her more and more, making lustful sounds and bringing Veronica to the point of exhaustion.

  “Oh, Nike… If you could see yourself as I can. To see how tempted
you are, how you are pliable and disturbed by my caresses. But still so innocent… still so...” Milano whispered, and his words confirmed by her instant reaction to his touches. He emphatically gave Veronica all his experience in sex that he learned many years ago. Veronica had to see his good and bad sides; she had to know Milano.

  “I don’t wish you to doubt me, Veronica. You are mine and shall always be with me. Especially with your body and soul...” Milano was moving inside Veronica more powerfully. He explained to her by his action that he won’t depart on his own. He will do everything so that Veronica would never think of leaving him.

  “You know I’m yours fully...” she quietly said. “But you also have to be mine in all senses.”

  Such honesty from Veronica, of course, delighted Milano and he was increasingly attached to her. He saw his goddess as a very special woman who detected secret recesses of his soul. The secrets which nobody had discovered before her.

  “I am all yours as well, my dear. My proof is inside you now...” Milano answered her with a grin, taking out of her entrance his erected penis. He played with its crown on her opened doors and was satisfied by this action.

  Veronica nearly bit through her lip because of her impuissance to reach the climax. She felt the deliberate teasing of her Demon and his spirit to conquer her body.

  “Please give it a break, Milano... I beg you.” She whined. Everything was burning inside Veronica. All the receptors of her skin were incandescent to its limit.

  “I will give it to you after I’ve seen that you believe me.” Milano convinced Veronica about his serious intentions with his body language. He used it because of the heart’s language that had long been forgotten. Although, Veronica was ready to teach him to listen to himself. She was ready to teach him to become better for his soulmate.

  Soon Milano’s motions became more orderly and calm. He restrained from hard jolts, fearing that he might cause Veronica pain. In life, he had never thought about the suffering of others. But now, a new stage of existence which could begin after a joint life with Veronica awaited him. It was a perfect example of what Milano had never done before.

  Not accelerating the rhythm of his moves, Milano brought his girl to the sweetest orgasm.

  Veronica moaned, falling on their bed and closing her eyes. She tumbled to an idea that the Demon tormented his Angel not only for his own but for her own pleasure as well. Any woman might find it unpleasant to tolerate such possessiveness from a man. Anyway, for some reason, that trait of Milano excited Veronica.

  Severing his contact with his goddess, Milano quickly rolled over onto his back. He put his hands under his head and began to think. How did he come to have only one woman in bed and no longer desire anyone else? Did he really want to change himself?

  However, tonight Susan reminded Milano of all his vices. She stripped naked in his office, offering her body to him, and he didn’t even throw her away. Did Milano really want Susan and Lucenzo just prevented Milano’s sex with Susan? Did Milano really wish to destroy the little faith Veronica had in him? Even after what he went through with her over the past few weeks? Or was he so weak to face the destructive power of desire, just like every other man in his place? Subconsciously, he knew any mistake could lead to his breaking up with Veronica. He didn’t want to ponder it.

  Feeling that Milano had satisfied himself and psychologically estranged from her, Veronica curled up on the bed like a little kitten. Her body ached from the orgasm; her soul was filled with the hot nectar of love that burned her heart. The red-hot passion only gave her mental anguishes.

  Veronica cried silently. How can I bring myself to refuse him; tell him that he could no longer touch me? With his one touch, my body dissolves into pleasure and I have no control over him!

  Milano grabbed her waist to hug her tenderly and wished to sleep with her, but Veronica pushed him away.

  “My sweet berry, what’s the matter? Didn’t you like our sex? Was it hurtful?” Milano was surprised. It seemed to him like he did the right things to satisfy his woman.

  “And do you care? Fuck off and don’t touch me anymore!” Veronica muttered, cutting up rough because of Milano’s behavior. Milano couldn’t fathom what was on her mind and why she would act that way. He had wished to be in her place and experience such nagging feelings of freedom and captivity. The endearing feeling of torturing love.

  “What did you fancy, damn it?” He was outraged. “You can, like a queen, send me to Hell when you don’t need me? This is just shit!”

  “Go wherever you want, Milano! I won’t hold you back.”

  Milano hit the wall in response to her unfounded jealousy, ready to chastise her. He turned Veronica to face him, but then, he saw fresh tears on her face, which flowed incessantly.

  What is the matter with Veronica? Why is she so upset? He wondered.

  “Nike...” Milano was shocked by her reticence. “Why are you crying? It’s not so healthy for you; you’re pregnant.”

  “Do you care about what’s happening to me?” Veronica sharply asked him, wiping the tears from her face.

  “Of course, I’m worried about you...” Milano replied to her heartedly, trying to figure out what was eating Veronica up.

  “If you were worried, you wouldn’t be so indifferent after sex!”

  “So that’s what annoys you so much?” Milano marveled.

  “Not only that! I am a toy for your sex drive and nothing more. Nothing!” She almost screamed from her deep feelings. For Veronica, even talking about love was painful. It was like a thousand needles digging into her soul and she had no salvation.

  “It is not like that, sweetheart. Soon you’re going to be my wife, not only my lover. Do you want to marry me next month? What do you think about that?” Milano queried, winking at Veronica playfully. Probably he assumed that his Angel would calm down at once and forget what happened. However, she didn’t.

  “Is that a favor?” Veronica exploded, listening to his callous words which only increased her stress. She had only one desire―to get up and sleep in another room. The proximity to her Demon undoubtedly destroyed her.

  “Fuck! Are you getting on my nerves?” Milano snarled. His eyebrows rose like waves of the sea; his wrath fell upon Veronica like a wild and powerful storm.

  “Yes! And I don’t have a desire to sleep with you in the same bed! Ever!” Her cry was the cry of despair in her heart. Veronica couldn’t fight with the fierce soul of her Demon.

  “Well well, Veronica…” Milano uttered through clenched teeth, trying to tame his bipolar personality for his girl. “But first, I need to check something.”

  Milano suddenly leaned on his Amazon sucking her lips so scorchingly that she only twitched beneath him, completely subordinated to her insidious Demon. The feelings came back to her with a new force, and Veronica wanted to cry.

  What kind of sin did she commit that she has to condone such trials? Could her Demon be able to see her someday as more than just a wife? Expectations had become a throe, and she didn’t have the strength to fight. But the important thing was that Milano belonged only to Veronica. This fact pleased her a little.

  “You love me...” Milano croaked, tearing off her lips. He used his tongue to reach her delicate chin and her neck, warming them with its heat.

  “And you don’t love me.” Veronica said with unbearable pain in her soul.

  “I don’t know what love is since my heart was broken twice, Veronica. Maybe you can re-assemble it like a puzzle?” Milano smiled at his bitter joke and became silent. He salved himself with the hope that Veronica would hear this truth and help his heart to be the same again. Maybe he also wanted Veronica to discover his secret about another woman. Who knew?

  “You suck my blood like a vampire!” Veronica said to him in a trembling voice.

  “And you’re the sun that kills me with its fever, and I can’t stop it!” Milano was angry at this principal fact. The innocent face of his Angel aggravated the struggle with his emotional
turbulence. It smashed the ice castle of his indifference to people and undermined his preconceptions about women; that all of them were greedy and unscrupulous.

  Were the attempts to get a response from Milano’s heart not in vain? Was Veronica able to move it? Milano’s past still frightened her, but she wanted to know everything.

  “Let’s sleep, cutie... It’s late.” Milano advised her, looking at the wall clock in his room and leaving the topic about his broken heart open. He covered Veronica with a soft flannel blanket and gently patted her on the head. He put his chin on her shoulder and inhaled her unique scent. Milano purred contentedly as he felt how Veronica smelled—like honey, cream, and early spring. She smelled like absolute love.

  Milano thought as well—what would happen if his Veronica unraveled the labyrinth of his beastly soul and discovered his darkest past. Would she not be scared of it? Wouldn’t she subdue to his demons? Only time could answer these questions.

  “I’m grateful that your heart has no hatred for me, my Amazon.” Milano sincerely told her, kissing her cheek and hearing her sleepy murmuring. “Only you can save me from my demons, Nike. Only you.”

  ~ CHAPTER 4 ~

  Don’t Be Indifferent!

  The next weeks flowed slowly and uneventfully. Milano decided not to give Veronica unnecessary suppositions about Susan and not to dismiss his secretary. After all, such behavior from Milano could cause Veronica to be suspicious. She could end up thinking that Milano chose that path because he cheated on her with Susan. Of course, he understood that trust was a significant thing in a relationship, but some specific actions could indicate that he was hiding something from Veronica. Milano had lied to her about what had happened at work, but personal reasons motivated his reticence. He didn’t want to harm his child and his beautiful lady, so he acted calmer than he ever had before.

  But this didn’t sit well with Veronica. Every day she saw his politeness and suspicious softness in his attitude toward her. She knew that it wasn’t inherent to Milano’s nature. Maybe Veronica’s judgment was contradictory in what Milano should be like, but such a change in her Demon was unlike him. Home care distracted Veronica from her thoughts, but it did not bring complete happiness to her. Sadness began to torment her day by day.