by Olga GOA
Hearing the message, the boy ran into the corridor and banged against one of the men. He was a little scared, but one of those men with a height of about 195 cm calmed the boy, giving him a lollipop. The boy thanked him and ran away, merrily tapping on the floor with his fashionable shoes’ heels.
When those men opened the door of the room where Veronica and Gloria sat, Gloria immediately fixed her eyes on them.
“Milano, Lucenzo!” she called two handsome men who entered their room. “Glory be to Christ and the Virgin Mary! I was worried for not knowing where you had disappeared to.”
“My old lady Gloria...” Milano gave her his irresistible smile. “We’re Veneziani’s! Where could we have gone to?”
Gloria laughed at Milano’s joke. After all, he was not far from the truth. The Veneziani family always came out of any scrapes. Such quality was inherent to their family.
“Milano, Lucenzo, have you decided on something about the wedding? Francesca is still asleep, and perhaps, we have to reschedule the ceremony. Did you ask the padre for advice?” Gloria questioned Milano, pouting her full lips.
“Padre Giuseppe agreed that he would wait for us until the evening,” Lucenzo uttered, watching his poor Francesca―she was lying in a white shirt under a warm blanket and looked so exhausted. Every muscle in Lucenzo’s body trembled with tension. Francesca mustn’t have experienced that came her way today as he thought.
“Lucenzo, everything will be alright,” Gloria came up to him, embracing him like she was his mother. “When your fiancée wakes up, just support her. She needs your strength and love, Lucenzo. I think you know it.”
“I’ll do it. It’s hard for me to see Francesca like this...” Lucenzo said in a trembling voice to his former nanny.
“She will get better. Don’t worry,” Milano patted his brother’s shoulder while Lucenzo was afraid to show his tears. “You have the right to make her your wife today if Francesca wants it. No one will judge you, only support you, Lu. I’m sorry that I was skeptical about Francesca. I was so blind, bro.” Milano sincerely asked for forgiveness from his brother, looking at him sympathetically.
“I’ve forgotten about everything. Let’s make up!” Lucenzo hugged Milano, tugging his scruff. Milano gave a yell pretendedly, and Gloria and Veronica smiled at each other.
“Was a doctor here? What did he say?” Lucenzo inquired, turning his gaze to his ex-nanny.
“Francesca’s not as bad as the doctor said, apart from the injuries,” Gloria reassured him. “And Mateo did not molest her sexually...” Holding Lucenzo’s stare, she replied to him in cold blood.
“I thought that brute had deceived me! I’ve never trusted such freaks like Mateo!” Lucenzo shot his words as people would shoot shrapnel. His hatred for Mateo still didn’t let him go, because Mateo hurt his beloved woman so awfully. How could Lucenzo react in another way? He did what any man in love and in his place would do.
“He’s already in prison, Lucenzo. He will be punished as he deserves. I’ll check the execution of the sentence myself.” Milano urged and supported Lucenzo like an elder brother. Lucenzo had pulled Milano out of such messes so many times that Milano had to help him now. And he did not grumble at his fate; he was happy to lend his shoulder to Lucenzo.
“I would have killed him if it weren’t for your timely intervention, Milano... Thanks for stopping me.”
While they were talking, Veronica attentively watched the warm relationship between the two brothers. She had never seen such cooperation between them. This event brought Milano and Lucenzo together, and the old quarrels were left behind. Veronica was shining from happiness.
“I have to go, or your parents and Francesca’s might turn everything upside down,” Gloria explained with a grin. She excused herself and, rising from her chair, straightened her cherry-colored pantsuit. It unusually made Gloria looks slimmer and quite refined.
“Thanks, Gloria. You are our savior,” Lucenzo thanked her as his ex-nanny curtsied and disappeared behind the door.
“If Francesca told us about her ex-fiancé before, Veronica wouldn’t have faced Mateo’s madness,” Lucenzo issued while Veronica put a damp swath to Francesca’s injuries.
“She feared that Mateo would hurt us all.” Veronica replied with comprehension to Francesca’s sacrifice, simultaneously looking at Milano.
“Francesca did what she thought was right at that moment. Let’s not blame her for that, guys,” Milano gave his point of view, approaching Veronica and stroking her shoulder. “I have to talk to Veronica. Excuse us, Lu?” he smirked, looking passionately at his Amazon and wishing to be alone with her.
“Sure, Mino. I’m going to sit with Fra... She’s waking up.” Lucenzo gave a nod, taking a place near his lovely Francesca instead of Veronica.
Not waiting for his brother to finish his sentence, Milano brought Veronica into the dark corridor. Looking around, he pressed his goddess against the wall, kissing her fervently on the neck.
Veronica murmured something, still surprised at her man’s shamelessness. Anyone could have come in there and seen what Milano was doing to her. She would feel very embarrassed if Milano’s parents could see how their son pleases her in the hall of St Mark’s Cathedral.
Milano didn’t care, though. His heart was pounding like crazy; the adrenaline level was becoming critical in his blood.
“Let’s go to the lingerie shop. I want to buy panties for you.” He eagerly insisted, imagining how it would look if his goddess accepts to try on his gift. He was tired of seeing Veronica in overly pious underwear. He wanted to contemplate her female secrets precisely as he wished.
“Milano, we have no time... Everyone will start searching for us...” Veronica retorted with a sigh, while Milano raised her dress and reached for her bare thighs. She figured that Gloria or his parents would be worried if they were not aware of where they were going.
“Do you want the wind to caress your pussy, not me?” Milano growled, having a hand on her most intimate place and feeling its humidity. He was pleased how Veronica squeaked, sensing a wave of excitement that came over her. Milano knew her body very well, and he knew she always admired his knowledge.
“I envy everything that touches you here, whether it’s the wind or something else... But only I have the right to do it. Only I, Veronica…” his words were not a warning but a promise. Milano didn’t wish to share Veronica with anyone on this Earth.
“Milano…” Her Demon’s lips consumed her words, and fire again captured all the cells of her body. Veronica couldn’t confront his powerful male aura; she fell into the pool of desire. She was flying into the Universe with him and his lust.
But then Milano stopped instantly, breaking their sensual kiss. He licked his fingers that touched Veronica’s nectar and snorted. Veronica blushed.
“Stop blushing, goddess. Shake a leg!” Milano categorically ordered her and took her by the hand. He led her from the corridor into the light to gift her the best underwear of her life.
***
Once appearing on the street, Milano and Veronica went to a nearby lingerie store. The name it had was concise and impressive, suitable for an erotic lingerie line, “Seduzione.”[28]
Seeing the new buyer, a handsome Italian, the female workers of that shop sighed. They almost pounced on the young man as their new sexual object. However, seeing a beautiful girl next to him, they knew that they have no prospect of being with Milano. He did not let go of his compelling arm candy and watched her like an eagle. The beauty of his girl was so unique and delightful that it was impossible to resist her. This girl stood out among all women in a dress that reminded them of the morning sun’s color.
Unable to find lingerie matching Veronica’s dress, Milano asked the saleswomen about cream colored panties. One of them brought the panties, and Milano handed them to Veronica. He stood behind the fitting room and impatiently waited for Veronica to try on his gift.
“The shop assistants undressed you with their eyes, Milano.
..” Veronica chuckled, moving into the nearest fitting room. She looked around, noticing the big rectangular mirror behind her. It was surprisingly equal to her height, 178 cm.
“You do not pity these women! You are shameless!” Veronica continued, giggling and shaking her head disapprovingly.
“I’m not guilty for what my parents gave me, it is hereditary...” Milano justified. “All women either look at me or avoid me. They have no other choice,” he remarked.
“You’re too handsome, Milano. It is unnatural and against the law!” Veronica chuckled, stretching Milano’s gift on her plump thighs.
“Stop laughing, Veronica. Otherwise, I’ll come into that room and have sex with you!” he whispered menacingly so that no one would hear of his intentions.
“The man with no morals, and I’m going to marry him. I can hardly take it in!” Veronica grinned widely, looking in the mirror. Her panties gently supported her stomach but did not press into it too much. That’s good for a pregnant woman! She thought. Veronica was glad and it showed on her petite face.
“Will you tease me again? Last warning, goddess!” Milano responded in a deep timbre.
“Don’t rush things, Milano,” Veronica said, continuing to sneer at him. “Train your willpower. Grow up at least!”
“I’m sick of listening to your idle talk!” Milano was outraged and lost his composure.
When he entered Veronica’s fitting room, he couldn’t stand her teasing. Leaving only his underwear, he began to take the dress off his lady.
Veronica was surprised how Milano carried out his threat. But why? Milano never was much of a shy person about his fantasies. He had no prejudices about sex. He proved it time and time again, especially now that his eyes shone with a light of the moon without a trace of shadow that underworld shadow which always darkened them. Milano was filled with adoration for his dear Veronica, and not only with carnality and passion.
“I’m always out of control when you urge me to fuck!” Milano sourly muttered. “I told you to stop, but you kept going, Amazon!”
“I’ll tame you, Demon... Just need a little time...” Veronica turned to a large mirror, flirting with Milano without shame.
Milano didn’t wait any longer. Swiveling Veronica to himself, he sucked her lips with such force that Veronica could not breathe freely. His right hand protected her back from the cold wall as his left hand slid down right to her underwear. He reached for her bouncy ass, and Veronica grabbed his strong shoulders tightly. She almost moaned in his lips, while his left hand went into her silk panties. Feeling her female’s intensity with his fingers, Milano bit Veronica’s lips from impatience.
“Stop, imp! We’re not at home!” Veronica condemned him in a tense tone of voice.
“Too late, piccola,” Milano snorted. “Hold onto my neck and enjoy…”
“You tie my hand and foot. You’re a cheeky slyboots, Milano!” she replied meticulously.
“When you become my wife, I will fulfill your wish. Now, submit to me!”
Milano girded himself with Veronica’s long legs and leaned her against the wall where the big mirror hung. Veronica squeezed his body with her thighs tightly, and Milano nearly growled from a sharp-honey delight. Veronica felt absolute power over him.
“I don’t think you’re as liberated as I am to see our sex in the mirror. However, it will be so exciting to see your entrance devour my pe—”
“Shut up!” Veronica brought Milano up short. “I don’t want to know how many women you’ve had in this pose—”
“Forget about the others,” he snapped back, experiencing the shots of her jealousy. “I’m yours now, Veronica. I swore an oath to you with my body. Did you forget?”
No longer shutting off emotionally in front of Veronica, Milano merged into her with pleasure. So no one would find out what they were doing there, he closed Veronica’s mouth with his palm. It made him feel reassured. There were no cameras in this fitting room as he noted, though he didn’t care if there were any. His ardor was not appeased; it was growing with each erotic movement in Veronica’s entrance. The energy of their desire did not run out; their intercourse turned into a powerful steam ball. This ball closed them both from all temporal affairs. This ball created an atmosphere of their intimacy which was familiar only to them.
Milano accelerated the thrusts pace with burning desire. He was watching Veronica’s reaction in the mirror from the corner of his eye. The blood strenuously flowed in his dignity when Veronica obediently followed his movements and even took the initiative. She arched and pressed herself against his chest, completely forgetting where she was.
From the danger of being seen, Veronica felt a strong wave of her ecstasy. Milano continued to dive into her, losing touch with reality as was his Angel. Veronica was floating in a sweet dope, melting like butter under her hot Demon’s body.
Tormented by the onset of a grand orgasm, Veronica breathed faster. Once again sliding on the body of her depraved man, Veronica managed to squeeze his torso with her legs. She found Milano’s lips and kissed them harder while Milano continued to penetrate her and to dry up his seed’s fountain. His male organ vibrated from tension as Veronica took in all of his abating thrusts.
Milano and Veronica touched their foreheads, trying to catch their breath. They took a big risk breaking the rules of conduct in a dressing room. But for the sake of such sex Milano was ready to sit in the police station till the next day.
Milano leaned on the side of the room with his right hand while the other one hugged Veronica’s waist. He restrained himself from starting sex again. Something truly inexplicable was happening to him!
Unawares, Milano and Veronica heard a thin female voice outside the door, “Have you tried on your underwear? Is it okay or do you need a different size?”
“It’s fine. Wait for a moment, please...” Milano replied in Italian in a bossy tone, but he didn’t let a bit of disconcertment show. He heard the saleswoman’s steps going into the sales department and was pleased that she left them. Milano and Veronica could not break away from each other. They were deeper and deeper immersed in the whirlpool of their desires.
Milano grinned, seeing how Veronica didn’t let him go. How could she not yield to temptation when Milano gave her such luscious kisses?
Remembering all that had happened in their lives, Veronica and Milano saw their changes. Time affected the most hidden depths of their souls and the most erogenous zones of their bodies. This fact drew them together and didn’t tear them apart. It didn’t matter how different they were, as for the most part, they were similar. Otherwise, they would not meet halfway, they would grow apart. Veronica progressed in the knowledge of Milano’s soul as Milano learned about Veronica’s heart. Their experience made them weak, but at the same time so strong. It gave them a chance for a successful development of their hard and complicated relationship.
Milano held Veronica tenderly when she slid fast off his body. Her legs didn’t obey her; she felt like she was fully relaxed. She stared at Milano, feeling languor, when he carefully removed her hair from her forehead. They were a little wet and matted from their overwhelming sex.
“Sole mio![29] Was our sex so great that you can barely stand on your feet?” Milano snickered, still eyeing his Amazon.
“It indecently shocked me, mio avventuroso amante!”[30] Veronica laughed in response, resting on his arm and buttoning her golden sandals. She also adjusted her dress and glitter makeup while Milano was clothing himself.
“We must go back, mia seduttrice! My brother must be waiting for us,”[31] Milano said distinctly, putting his masculine hand behind her back and pushing her to the cash register.
Coming out of the fitting room, Veronica passed the sales department and proudly proceeded to the exit. Milano raised his eyebrows in surprise.
“Are you going with me?” she asked, feeling the gaze not only of the cashier but of the entire store staff. She didn’t like that kind of attention.
“I�
�ll pay for the purchase and come back to you,” Milano snorted in response to the incredulous look that Veronica gave to the saleswomen. Is my goddess jealous again? He asked himself happily.
Veronica gave a strained smile and walked outside, voicing her departure by the ringing of the bells. Milano had the desire to kiss her right now just to kill her doubts. Although, he didn’t.
“Is there anything else you want from us, sir? Maybe, lingerie for yourself?” the saleswoman chirped, as Milano approached the cash register.
“Do you have sexy briefs for men?” Milano asked mockingly, looking deeply into the eyes of the young saleswoman.
As a reasonably experienced worker, she figured out what to say. “Take a closer look at the rotating wooden stand. The bottom shelf on the right. We have your size.”
“Do you know my size?” Milano grinned. He was observing how everyone stared at him like he was a model for Men’s Health magazine. It seemed like the women couldn’t take their eyes off him!
“I’m a professional, Signor Veneziani. Don’t worry,” she said, squinting.
“That’s why all the girls studied me. You knew it was me.”
“You’re in the local papers, Signor! How could we not recognize you?” voices sounded from all sides, Milano’s face broke into a smile. He felt like he was in a colossal rosarium where he could suffocate from its smell. Female power! He always was her prisoner!
“I’m flattered...” Milano confessed, reaching the stand.
“May I help you?” a young girl of eighteen queried him, popping out of the crowd of the other staff members. She looked at Milano as if he was her favorite movie star. She saw him only in that way.
“If that’s what you’re asking... Please, do it...” Milano agreed, giving her the way to come to the rotating wooden stand.
Finding the right size of briefs, she gave them to Milano. She was self-conscious as if she’d offered him one night of sex.