Fateful Italian Passion

by Olga GOA

  “Sure, Gloria,” Milano agreed with his smart ex-nanny, gritting his teeth. His displeasure reflected in his rough movements because he didn’t beat Timothy properly as he wished.

  “I was a little hasty, so that I peg you pardon. My name is Timothy Svetlov. Signora...?” Timothy apologized before Gloria in English, showing his sense of tact.

  “Gloria Biagi…” Gloria corrected him. “But from now on, restrain yourself, Timothy. You’re quite reasonable, as I see... You must control your emotions!” She judged him instantly.

  “Signora Biagi, it won’t happen again,” Timothy responded to Gloria with his guilty eyes.

  Gloria looked at how Milano and Timothy whizzed far from each other, and it seemed to her they had forgotten about their hate. Her gaze shone with approval of their rational behavior, which they showed in public. Seeing that everything is okay, Gloria retired.

  The people began to buzz again about the important topics of their conversation.

  “Our confrontation has not ended, St. Timothy,” Milano viciously grinned at his opponent, noticing as Timothy still inspected Veronica’s beauty.

  “I never planned to finish it, demon! It is only a respite!” Timothy strictly promised him and spat.

  “Will you stop it or not? Or should I leave?” Veronica stamped her foot, disapproving their plan to kill each other.

  “I will go, Veronica,” Timothy accented the first word, taking her hand and stopping Veronica halfway. Throwing a small cake into his mouth, he turned and walked away. He attempted to calm the testosterone, which was preventing him from thinking clearly. He didn’t want to cause trouble for Veronica.

  Veronica looked sadly at Timothy because their friendship was broken. Still, she knew Timothy helped her a lot when she came to Italy. He didn’t intend to harm her.

  “You like him, don’t you?” Milano muttered, watching where the gaze of his goddess followed; namely, in Timothy’s direction.

  “Blockhead!” Veronica snorted, whirling round to her Italian. “How much longer do I have to prove that I need only you, Milano?”

  “As long as it takes...” Milano stated as his muscular hand reached Veronica’s chubby buttock and stroked it in a possessive way. It seemed as Milano demonstrated to Veronica, who was the boss here.

  “Milano, not here...” Veronica’s voice sounded as quiet as possible when her man moved closer to her. “Can’t you see how many people observe us?”

  “I see, but you have to prove that you lust after me...” Milano sang and glued Veronica’s body against his.

  “You don’t want me to meet your friends, and you have a will to seduce me?”

  Veronica still didn’t get used to the bursts of Milano’s hormones. Subconsciously she felt that sex helped Milano to be free from his disorder.

  “Si, cara. And if you refuse, I’ll ignore you the whole day!” Milano sentenced her with pompous indifference, noticing how Veronica sent him a piercing glance. He smirked at a new wave of his Amazon’s indignation and became silent. He liked to experience conflicting emotions with his lady―it was an indescribable feeling for his body and heart.

  “So what?” Milano went on, and then slowly closed his mouth. He licked his full lips in such a way as if he invited Veronica to kiss him right then. He enjoyed every minute with his goddess; he was hyper excited because of their mutual resistance.

  “You wish to be without my attention, huh?” He continued, taking the glass of red wine in his hand and greedily drinking the contents. His throat was dry because of the desire for Veronica, and Milano poured more wine, decreasing his thirst.

  Milano knew what kind of woman stood before him. The exact opposite of Veronica he met a few months ago. This Veronica no longer obeyed; she was a completely independent person.

  “Where have you been, Milano?” Veronica picked a different theme of their conversation and narrowed her eyes at him. However, she suspected him of what Susan had hinted at. “Don’t tell me you were with your parents. Your whole family is in the garden!”

  “Baby, hush.” Milano began massaging her shoulders, paying no attention to her jealousy. He wanted to distract his Amazon from her anxiety about his absence. “I was with an old friend of mine, but I mustn’t introduce him to you.”

  “Why? Maybe because this friend is your ex? Stop lying, Milano! Stop!” Veronica told him menacingly. “You’re just seething with the desire to fuck all the women nearby!”

  Milano swore. “Holy shit! I didn’t bonk anyone, Veronica! I was just talking to my business partner!”

  “Oh, right!” Veronica taunted him, sharing a bitter smile.

  “Fanculo![34] I’ll introduce you to my business partner, though it is a bad idea!” Milano grumbled, taking his Amazon roughly by her hand and leading her swiftly to the house.

  Entering the cottage, Milano and Veronica went to the farthest room on the ground floor, where Veronica had rarely been.

  The wind searched every part of that farthest room; it blew the white curtains as if they were sails on a ship. There was no furniture, only light oak parquet, and a small wooden table. The room was quite spacious and bright, and it was quite peaceful there.

  A tall man in a dark indigo suit stood in the corner of that room. He leaned against the wall, finishing his strong cognac. He watched the trees as they were swaying outside the window, and their green leaves shimmered in the sun. In general, he was a philosopher and a contemplator of nature, but he was also known to enjoy late-night parties. He was a peculiar person.

  Sensing someone’s presence, the man quickly spanned around to Veronica and Milano, holding a glass in his hand. Seeing Veronica near his business partner Milano, the man was immediately stunned. He had never seen such a pretty lady in his life!

  Veronica couldn’t hide her amazement for this man either. Not an elderly stranger rose up before her eyes, but a mature and svelte gentleman in his thirties. Not to mention that he was so handsome!

  “Finally...” the man breathed out. “I was wondering where you disappeared to, Milano…” he chuckled, patting his dark chestnut hair back into place.

  “I was delayed because of my future bride,” Milano honestly answered the man, hugging Veronica more tightly. His loyal inner voice told him that he was introducing his goddess to this wily man in vain. Milano saw the reflection of a hazard in his business partner’s goggle.

  “Bride?” the man asked Milano in astonishment, twirling a full faceted glass in his artistic fingers. “I couldn’t imagine you’d ever get married. Doesn’t sound like you.”

  “I thought so, too, but I was wrong,” Milano replied with a forced smile, keeping his goddess near himself. He was already irritated by the way his business associate was studying Veronica from head to toe. Milano didn’t like the man’s attention, and he wanted to send Veronica back to the garden as soon as possible.

  “Introduce me to your girlfriend, Milano Veneziani. Per favore…” the man sneered, continuing to scan Veronica with a dangerous twinkle in his amber eyes.

  Veronica’s jealousy threw me off balance, and now I have to introduce her to this cockalorum! If that Spaniard were ugly, I wouldn’t care! But he looks like a fucking model! Milano hummed, meeting his business partner’s look with his reproachful one.

  “This is Veronica Ledyanova―my soon-to-be wife,” Milano explained to the man. “Veronica, this is Eduardo Guerra, a Spanish pedant who has counts in his bloodline. He is my old companion.”

  “It is my pleasure,” Eduardo openly stated, not caring about Milano’s satire. He kissed Veronica’s hand as sweetly as he could and held her palm much longer in his.

  Veronica was not so much embarrassed, but anxious about Eduardo, as if she read his thoughts that were dirty regarding her.

  “Me too...” Veronica replied with a tense grin, trying to free her arm from his manly one.

  “To hell with this politeness!” Milano sarcastically remarked, breaking Veronica and Eduardo’s handshake with his palm. He was
seriously pondering taking his goddess away from Italy, somewhere on an uninhabited island, where only he could enjoy her beauty.

  “You are rude, as usual, Veneziani!” Eduardo gloated, looking at Milano under his thick brows. Teasing Milano was a successful mission for him.

  “Signor Veneziani likes to say what he deems fit. After all, he is the king of this cottage!” Veronica joked, cunningly watching her Demon’s face. But she read only one thing in his eyes, What the fuck, Nike? Do you want me to isolate you from Eduardo? Give me a reason, and I will!

  Eduardo laughed at Veronica’s joke, showing his white-polished teeth.

  “Where are you from, señorita?” he asked Veronica; his triangle face still watching her.

  Veronica replied coyly. “Russia...St. Petersburg...The northern city―”

  “I know, I know. I’ve been there a lot… some interesting projects.” Eduardo interrupted her, remembering how he helped in the construction of new buildings in St. Petersburg city and reconstructed the old ones.

  “Are you an architect like Milano?” Veronica questioned with a gleam in her eyes.

  “Not only an architect, but I’m also an advisor. I help builders to do much better than they did before.” Eduardo rubbed his nose, trying to remember what fact could impress Veronica more.

  “You’re doing two jobs?”

  “I am, Veronica, unlike Veneziani who likes to sit in the same place.”

  Veronica felt uneasy as Eduardo contagiously laughed; she thought he only ridiculed Milano. When she looked at her Demon, she could see how he was focused just on her.

  Milano no longer frowned, his emotions were utterly unreadable. Veronica imagined what that meant―Eduardo’s slight flirtation with her was like a pain in Milano’s neck. Maybe Milano was going to punch the Spaniard’s charming face.

  “I was born in Barcelona, but I decided to move to Rome because of business,” Eduardo narrated about his life in a magnetizing timbre to attract Veronica’s heed. “All the more, Italy has a favorable climate.”

  Milano clicked his tongue dissatisfied, noting how Veronica smiled at Guerra when he told her about his happy childhood. And Milano was aware of why Eduardo was sharing this―Eduardo liked to be the center of women’s attention so that many of them could kiss his feet. Milano hated to think that Veronica could fall under Eduardo Guerra’s spell.

  “Veronica, do you like Milano’s house? I think he could have built his cottage in a different style and much more naturally...” Eduardo queried Veronica while his curious eyes flew along her figure. He suddenly wanted to take Veronica’s dark blond hair and spread it all over his body to feel its silkiness. And if possible, he will bury himself in her mop of hair when he takes Veronica in his bed.

  Eduardo’s thoughts spun like a whirligig, and he was so caught up in his dreaming that he barely heard Veronica’s answer.

  “Signor, my opinion is Milano built a great house. I like everything here―the architecture and the coziness. I think it’s perfectly made!” Veronica half-smiled, looking at her beloved Italian with admiration.

  Eat this, Guerra! My Amazon will never humiliate me in front of blokes like you! Milano pondered about how glad he was, hearing a nice compliment from Veronica.

  “It may be so.” Eduardo continued, pursing his lips and not wishing to dispute Veronica’s response. “Such a beautiful soul you have, Veronica. You’re a fairy princess who was stolen by a warlock!”

  “You are not stingy with compliments, Signor Guerra,” Veronica replied shyly, lowering her gaze to the floor.

  “No one is stingy until they get what they want!” Milano snorted inimically, wishing that his business partner would now depart to the moon and never come back.

  Seeing Milano’s sullen face, Eduardo shrugged, showing his old pal―there was nothing wrong with the fact that he talked to Veronica.

  “We’ll go, Guerra. You distracted us from important things!” Milano said unceremoniously as if he had no obligation to notify his Spaniard friend about anything else.

  “Sure, Veneziani...” Eduardo smirked, draining his glass of cognac and watching how Veneziani took his fiancée away. A woman who was gorgeously dressed and beautiful in every way, including her personality.

  Veronica looked back at Eduardo Guerra with a small bow as if she was telling him ‘good-bye.’ However, she recognized the same stare in Eduardo’s brown eyes, as she saw before, like Milano’s. But Eduardo’s stare was full of passion, fiery and temperamental, and her Demon’s stare was not only lustful but tender and warming.

  So far Eduardo winked at Veronica seductively; she didn’t say a word to him. She was silent even after he put the glass on the table as she left the room together with Milano.

  ***

  Without responding to his goddess, Milano Veneziani led her to the third floor, not listening to her bickering. Taking Veronica into his bedroom, he closed the door on three turns of the lock and stared at Veronica as if he had seen her for the first time.

  “I can isolate you from all the men I know, Veronica! Is that what you want?” Milano discontentedly stuck out his lips.

  “Don’t act like a caveman, Demon! Wise up!” Veronica tried to change Milano’s habits, while on the other hand, she liked the way he was crazy about her. She loved how he was willing to imprison her within his castle of sex.

  “Be mindful, Veronica―Eduardo Guerra is a real macho man, and he will not miss a single woman to have fun with! Do you want to be included in his winning list? Do you want to see him in action?” Milano explained to her roughly. He took a step toward Veronica, but she quickly retreated, sitting on the bed.

  “Are you a celibate priest? You recently flirted with the lingerie store’s staff,” Veronica smirked, deprecating his excessive attention to women. She was sniffing around for anything to get Milano to admit his mistakes.

  “We are talking different languages, Amazon! You like to force me into doing something by egging me on!” Milano growled, taking another step toward her. The desire was revived in him again, like sea foam. Most likely, this foam could absorb him right now.

  Veronica shook her head, grinning at his wild jealousy and swinging her leg from side to side. She wanted to know how high the scale of her Demon’s envy was so that she could influence it later.

  “I was right not to invite Eduardo to Lucenzo’s wedding, but I did invite him!” Milano muttered, not hearing the expected answer from Veronica. He could not make clear why Veronica was acting uninhibited and did not feel any guilt in connection about her dalliance with Eduardo. She only teased Milano and accused him of flirting.

  What does she want from me? Milano thought, knitting his eyebrows. However, he had some guesses about her ensuing provocations.

  “Now after what you did, reap your rewards, Signor Veneziani!” Veronica’s laughter relaxed her a little; she felt like the queen of this situation. She was satisfied that she was making Milano nervous.

  “Veronica, you’re accusing me of what you did as well. So you should reap your rewards, too,” Milano grunted, moving closer to the edge of the bed. He was never loved when he responded to the urges of her body like that. But he took delight in extinguishing Veronica’s war with his effective method.

  “I’ll try to avoid it,” Veronica said in a trembling voice, swallowing nervously. The way in which Milano looked at her could burn the Earth. And to avoid the fire in Milano’s eyes, Veronica jumped out of bed and rushed to the door. As she tried to turn the lock, Milano’s full arms hugged her waist and brought her close.

  Milano was in no hurry to let go of Veronica, he planned punitive sex for her.

  “You deserve to be fucked properly for being so sweet with Guerra,” Milano growled softly in her hairs. His cheek touched Veronica’s and his lips found the lobe of her ear. He sucked Veronica’s lobe gently, pulling it sharply into his mouth when his hands took off her panties.

  The sound that Veronica made in response to his attack was more like huskiness
than a squeak. She didn’t mind if it was just the prelude to their mind-blowing intimate contact.

  “Milano! When we have fun, Gloria works alone. It’s not good to exploit her like that. She’s not a young person to run around all the celebration!” Veronica remembered Milano’s ex-nanny, who was busy in the kitchen. What impression would she make of Milano’s friends if she hid with him in his bedroom instead of helping Gloria? That’s not a good impression.

  “Now, I will exploit you in abundance!” Milano hissed, spitting on what guests and his friends will think about his absence at the celebration. He was aware that Veronica always worried about others more than herself, but the reason for her excuse was immaterial. Especially, as Gloria had a lot of assistants except Veronica, and Gloria could cope with everything.

  Milano only snorted, understanding Veronica’s cleverness to run away from him. He could boldly tell her that he was more resourceful, wiser. Of course, it suited him perfectly, because he was a man.

  “You’re so selfish! You do not think about anyone!” Veronica blurted out, pursing her lips.

  “I’m thinking only of you,” Milano smirked at her speech as he landed on his bed and gently pulled her hand. He carefully swayed Veronica to himself, falling back on the pillows. He urged his goddess to bend over him, and she obeyed as his hand greedily caressed her intimate place.

  Veronica flew up as she felt Milano’s insistent fingers pressing on her bare mound and gently massaging it. Veronica arched her neck like a swan, breathing heavily from the gathering strength of nirvana. She saw the familiar lust in Milano’s eyes, and she didn’t want to interrupt his plans. She liked their new ‘who will come out on top’ game.

  Milano lifted her over his body, slowly putting her on his thighs. He clasped her hands behind her back, preventing her from moving. His dominant way was new to Veronica.

  “I can bring you to orgasm even with one hand... I know all the weak points of your body, Veronica...” Milano let out a heavy breath, barely holding himself from orgasm. Seeing as his goddess arched and moved rhythmically on his hips, his manhood came alive and began to grow stronger under his pants. Milano’s fingers intensified the impact on her clitoris, and Veronica’s nails dug even harder into his jacket. Milano approved the pain which Veronica was inflicting on him; it amplified his emotional flow, poured over him like a torrential downpour. The darkness gradually receded, and light came to him as well…