Fateful Italian Passion

by Olga GOA

  Walking into his opulent chambers, Milano discovered that Veronica was asleep. She was dreaming so peacefully without iota anxiety that he was pleased a lot at that moment. His goddess preserved her arm around her little tummy; the baby slept and didn’t bother his mom with unexpected unrest.

  “Why are you suffering so much, my Angel? For what?” Milano asked her in a whisper, sensing how his darkness was reaching the maximum day by day. After all, every disease has an end, and the human body either wins or loses. He knew that he would face it in the future somehow.

  Milano didn’t understand why Veronica was so helpful to him. What was she saving him for? He did not need the reasons for Veronica’s actions; he did not realize why she cared about him so much. Did such people like her still exist on our sinful Earth?

  “Because I love you. I already told you that…” Veronica answered Milano, having heard his requests through her dream. She smiled bitterly; still not opening her eyes and saving some energy for her child. She was shining with forgiveness for Milano. “You just haven’t see true love, Milano, and you don’t know what it is,” Veronica uttered. “Love for you is like a red rag to a bull. It is dangerous, shrouded, incomprehensible…”

  “I shouldn’t feel the way I feel about you, Veronica.” Milano said with regret in his voice. “I’m afraid of it. It is stronger than me... but the demons never sleep…”

  “Don’t resist the light, Milano. It’ll bring you to something new. Don’t be scared of it. The light will only make you better and kill your demons…”

  Milano made a heavy nod. He leaned to Veronica, and his breath touched her flushed cheek. His lips sparkled with hers; his skin began to glow from the contact with her body. Veronica was like a vessel where the vivid water has been. That water was bearing him eternal life―it appeared as Milano’s salvation.

  Veronica was not surprised by his sudden tenderness and weakness because she was used to it. She allowed Milano to give her all his fears, the uncontrollable recessions, and hikes of his mood. Who will be his comforter but Veronica?

  “Darling, go to bed,” Veronica whispered when Milano kissed her. She ran her hands over his shoulders, trying to take off his jacket.

  “You could see a repeat of what happened in Pisa in the morning. I shouldn’t risk it by you.”

  “So you’ll sleep on the floor?” Veronica was upset with Milano’s decision―that time of her pregnancy required protection and patronage from Milano. He should have been with Veronica, but he was moving away from her.

  “That is the best idea,” Milano assured her of it, hanging his clothes in the closet and appearing in front of Veronica in black hip shorts. That image sexually conquered her.

  “If you think like that, then make me laugh with your night stories―the stories that will inform me as to why you put so many nude paintings on your wall?” she asked the question in a flirtatious way, exploring a new kind of Milano’s underwear. She teased him, revealed her exposed thigh to him.

  “I ordered these pictures from my closest artist-friend because I love the truth of life. I adore the eroticism of a woman’s body and how it wriggles in ecstasy. I decided that sex should be sung in my bedroom,” Milano grinned. He did not refuse Veronica’s sexual offer and resigned himself to her temptation. He slipped under the covers, and Veronica barely held back a smile.

  “Why do you need so many paintings? A body like mine is not good enough for you?” Veronica threw Milano her passionate glances. She was feeling like herself like a queen. Milano couldn’t reject her body especially now as she was pregnant.

  “Now your body is more than enough...” the predatory glance of Milano has electrified her, and Veronica chucked her hand in. Milano had a natural male power and strength, and Veronica surrendered to him without regret.

  Earlier, she must have told him that everything was wrong and too vicious for her. But not now. There was no degradation in her love for Milano.

  Veronica reproached people who said that sex is a sin and satisfaction of the body’s need. She believed that sex was the link that would connect a couple; sex would describe what a woman and a man in love felt towards each other. Lust and concupiscent would come at the beginning of relationships and then go elsewhere if there is no love. If the feelings are deep and sincere, sex metamorphoses into something intimate and sensual enough. It becomes something more than just a dance of bodies and a mixture of screams and moans. Sex becomes a part of the story about love.

  “Do you plan to repeat all the frank poses reflected in my paintings, Nike?” Milano laughed wildly at her offer. His smile was a weapon of attack and defense, and Veronica knew that very well.

  “Probably, yes.” Veronica lowered her gaze, attempting not to be a daring seductress in front of Milano. She probed the other red buttons of her Demon that could get the real Milano from nihility. The main thing―do not overdo things with experiments.

  “Let’s try then...” Milano told her and lay down on his back. He put his hands behind his head, pretending to be asleep.

  Veronica was utterly bewildered by his teasing and willpower. She decided to play a strong all-or-nothing game. She began to beat him with her fists, punishing him for his coldness. Although, it was just a sham. Veronica began to think she was in awe of Milano’s chastity.

  “I couldn’t imagine that a lick of my lips like this...” Veronica moved her tongue over her lips, “does not excite you and…”

  Milano growled and pinned Veronica to the bed, keeping his Angel as a prisoner. He was careful, but agile, guessing that their baby is still asleep. So Milano kindled a new fire in Veronica’s cells with a careful massaging of her breasts.

  Veronica moaned and babbled as he moved closer to her entrance, burning with a sharp and astringent craving. Milano’s slightly perceptible caresses influenced Veronica as sulfur for gunpowder.

  “Milano...” She sighed as his fingers moved from her chest to her abdomen, also gliding her puffy thighs. “It is so nice…”

  “Your words are great music to my ears...” Milano confessed to Veronica. The trails of his kisses went along her body, overstaying on her small tummy. For no reason, the child began to be active, showing his parents his primary importance. Milano and Veronica’s kid became a voluntary participant in their exciting game.

  “Our baby has already kicked me several times while I was kissing your rounded belly...” Milano snorted, keeping hot hands on Veronica’s tummy. “He doesn’t want me to do it.”

  “Fuck?” Veronica laughed, remembering how embarrassed she was to say that word a long time ago. Months of life with Milano had her saying and doing things she wouldn’t have been able to previously.

  “Yeah, fuck!” Milano grunted. “If anything happens to the child, I won’t forgive myself!”

  “Whatever you want, honey...” Veronica did not stop laughing when Milano fell back from her and got up. She had seen the phenomenon of man’s nature that he didn’t want to show―the high bulge hidden by his exquisite underwear.

  Milano was tired of mocking Veronica as well as himself so, he decided to act. Seeing that his lady was ready, he took off his underwear close to her and quickly slipped into her body.

  Veronica squirmed from impatience, not giving Milano time to make his thrusts. Passion drove her, and she didn’t have to think about what to do next. At the genetic level of all women who lived on our planet, Veronica behaved on her own. She didn’t mind what her mind was telling her on a subconscious level. She had listened to her inner voice attentively.

  Milano was moaning softly, feeling like Veronica released him from the strong motions and did everything by herself. Her entrance was sliding aggressively on his stiff manhood, making his skin so wet. Being aware of Veronica’s reactions during sex, Milano pushed his dignity lightly into her body and his penis completely disappeared inside her.

  Veronica gasped, and her orgasm was quite unlike she had ever had before. The growing period of the first pregnancy intensified her
emotions at times.

  “Only you can make me happy because you feel me so!” Veronica stated her arguments, drawing with her fingers a variety of hieroglyphs on Milano’s neck.

  “È veramente così?! Caspita!”[17] Milano snorted, basking in her arms.

  “Si, mio dio!”[18] Veronica replied, intending to please him with the Italian expressions. She had been repeating them the past few months.

  “Addirittura?”[19]

  Veronica poked him by the side, and Milano let out an ‘ouch’ word. Their game could last for a long time.

  “Diavolo!”[20] Milano screamed. Veronica’s new urges to have sex only whet him more. He was ready to take from her what he had always wanted. He began a different rhythm of rocking, burying his nose in her fluffy hair and muttering something under his breath. He was overwhelmed by feelings and their flow because they did not cease.

  Having made the last soft push, Milano said something in Italian which Veronica didn’t know, and rolled off her, gently kissing her neck. Milano was high, and Veronica had lovely goosebumps. He fancied himself to be on the same level as the mysterious Hanging Gardens which gave him a heavenly bliss.

  “Nikky... I have to tell you something, but you shouldn’t be mad at me.” Milano uttered in a fearful tone, being afraid to upset his Veronica.

  “Yes?”

  “When I have sex with you, I feel like my sins are being washed away!” Milano narrated his feelings honestly. “If you leave me, everything will lose the sense of reality in my life…”

  “I won’t leave you but your actions scare me, Milano. You should take advantage of a psychiatrist’s help! Do you understand?” Veronica queried him with disappointment in her tone.

  “No, Veronica!” Milano didn’t support her in her thoughts. “You know my demons better than anyone! So many times you’ve given me a helping hand, and you haven’t left me. How can I trust anyone else? The doctors will just kill me… I know…”

  “But Milano! It’s necessary!” Veronica squeaked in despair. Milano knew he was sick, but he didn’t want to drag Veronica into his madness. It wasn’t her battle.

  “Let’s see if it is...” Milano finished, kissing Veronica on her sweaty temple.

  They laid down next to each other on their side of the bed, staring thoughtfully at the ceiling. They still did not abandon each other but gave a positive response to a life together―it was a good beginning. But after a week there will be no turning back. Milano’s friends and relatives will know what Milano and Veronica feel for each other.

  ~ CHAPTER 10 ~

  The Forgotten Wooer

  Francesca looked entrancing in a snow-white gold dress; its grand splendor anticipated any woman’s expectations. A thin lily was woven into Francesca’s golden-brown hair, and a guipure shawl fell over her shoulders. Everything seemed so ideal and impeccable when she looked in the big rectangular mirror and thought about her wedding. But it only seemed so. Francesca was getting married for the first time, and the fear that her past relationships would hurt Lucenzo haunted her. She was afraid to present herself in an unfavorable light because she loved Lucenzo and did not want to disappoint him. For the first time in her life, Francesca had an opportunity to be happy. She nearly missed this chance all because of the man who almost ruined her life.

  Mateo Kalani, whom she left three years ago, could not forgive Francesca after their parting. When Francesca stopped paying attention to him, he tore his hair and cut his skin. It got to the point where he began to blackmail Francesca by revealing her secrets to her parents. Notably, Mateo said that he would mention the fact that Francesca was a real whore who slept with him only because of his money. Mateo also had been blackmailing Francesca severely, saying that if she did not return to him, he would certainly kill himself. Mateo did some terrible things to make sure that Francesca returned to him like he beat her boyfriend, broke his leg and hit him with his car. But surprisingly for Mateo it didn’t work―Francesca didn’t stoop so low!

  Therefore, seeing the antics of her only son, a single mother―Signora Kalani―forced Mateo to undergo psychological and emotional treatments. She wished for him to forget about his past relationship with Francesca and move on. However, his psychotherapists mentioned that treatment could only take place in a mental institution. Mateo’s dangerous condition had become a threat; he could harm anyone in his surroundings, leading to severe consequences. But his mother insisted that her son should be treated at home; that doctors should visit him only when their services were needed. Reluctantly, the doctors agreed to this, as Mateo’s mother paid them a pretty amount for a nurse and security. Signora Kalani did not want to leave her son to his fate. She disliked Francesca for what she had done to her son and hated everything about her. She wanted to see her dead. Although, Signora Kalani had no idea who the real victim was; only Francesca remembered the truth of this dramatic story.

  The reason for Francesca and Mateo’s breakup was Francesca’s intolerance to Mateo’s madness. When they began to date, he was wildly jealous of her with every man. No matter what class of society those men belonged to―a janitor, a businessman, a carpenter or a fitter; all were equal before Mateo’s wrath. He often beat Francesca even if she looked at the store’s attendant or another man.

  Mateo didn’t like what clothes Francesca wore and began to dress her himself. He also bought her shoes when she lived with him and checked her every step. He did not allow her to go out and eat; he watered her himself, taking no objection from her mouth. As he told Francesca, ‘Mateo knows better what is good for you and what is beautiful. You shouldn’t contradict him, dear.’

  Francesca tolerated his quirks and hoped that Mateo would change someday and stop behaving this way, but Mateo changed for the worse. He became a crazy lover, not only in life but in bed. He wanted to control Francesca 24 hours a day and almost succeeded in that. Francesca’s parents had no idea about that; they thought Francesca was happy with Mateo. All the more, Mateo had the uncanny ability to assure people that all was well. The most brilliant speaker could envy his ideal speeches.

  At a time, Francesca began to be scared of her own shadow while she lived with Mateo. An inner voice roused her and it was time to end this relationship; otherwise, she would die before her time. She had wished to go crazy together with him and forever but she corrected her plans. Francesca decided to escape and didn’t regret her decision. Even though she loved Mateo very much, she could no longer endure his bullying. Mateo became increasingly unmanageable and brutal, and this only exacerbated her situation.

  When Francesca returned home, she told her parents everything about Mateo. Bruno and Andrea Lascatti neither reproached their daughter, nor scolded her for keeping silent about her ex-boyfriend. On the contrary, they were supportive of her and hired a bodyguard, Mario. It was the only way to ascertain that their daughter was safe and no one would hurt her. They did their best to protect their daughter because they did not want her to have any deal with crazy Mateo.

  Francesca was aware that good parents will always take care of their child. They would protect her from all misfortunes.

  ***

  Reminiscing, Francesca tried to thinking about something positive on her wedding day. Going to the window of her room, she was distracted by passers-by and cars, but still, Mateo pursued her even in her thoughts.

  How is he living now? Francesca thought to herself. Maybe he has long forgotten about our parting, cured and lives happily ever after? Why am I still worried about his condition? Why did I think of him today? I hope we never see each other again!

  A terrible scene of the past suddenly appeared before her eyes as Mateo raised his hand at her for disobeying his order. Francesca ran away from him and had walked out into the street alone. After that, she did not doubt leaving him and returning to her parents. Francesca almost burst into tears, feeling sorry for her past indecision and confusion. She always gave Mateo a chance, believing that he would change. But Mateo only took advantage of her kin
dness and humiliated her personality psychologically and physically. He didn’t give a damn about her; he just followed his selfish principles. There was no love in him.

  Suddenly, Veronica’s speech interrupted Francesca’s nightmarish memory as Veronica walked into the bedroom of her friend.

  “Francesca, you are irresistible today! How should I say it in Italian? Oh, I remember! Sei divinamente irresistibile![21] Right?”

  “That’s right, dear,” Francesca laughed bitterly, worrying over her unknown future. “Grazie, mia dolce amica!”[22]

  “Ti voglio tanto bene[23]...” Veronica told her, kissing Francesca on the cheek.

  “My God! You’re learning so fast, Veronica! Soon you’ll speak in Italian as well as we do!” Francesca rejoiced in Veronica’s success of studying Italian, patting her shoulder. “And your accent is great! You can impress any Italian if you say a phrase in our language.”

  “What’s going on, Fra? When I came in, you looked like you didn’t want to get married...” Veronica noticed that her friend was hiding something from her. Francesca’s emotions were far from joyful and Veronica could see it, watching her face.

  “I’m so glad you have agreed to be my bridesmaid, Veronica. No one can play this role better than you!” Francesca enthusiastically admitted, changing the subject of their conversation. She was worried that she might tell Veronica something she shouldn’t. Plus, Francesca didn’t wish to bother the future mother, her friend, about anything else.

  “You are holding something back, Fra…” Veronica narrowed her eyes, insisting that Francesca tell her everything. She felt what others around her feel. “Share with me. Please…”

  “I’m afraid that the past will cross my life with Lucenzo,” Francesca sighed sorrowfully, lowering her eyes. “He won’t understand me and might hate me…”

  “Why?” Veronica asked her, puzzled.

  Francesca sadly began to tell the story of her life, “I had a boyfriend, we loved each other but then I saw his real ‘I.’ Anyway I forgave him for beatings and the humiliation but when the time came, I left Mateo. He was just crazy!”