by Olga GOA
Going further, Milano penetrated Veronica with his index finger, starting to hold the constant rhythm of entering and exiting her body. His other hand was holding Veronica by the nape, and her head obediently bowed to him, as if to emphasize the tension that was accumulating at the bottom of Veronica’s pubis. Milano did not slow down the rhythm, while Veronica’s entrance gradually clenched around his finger, and her hands painfully clung to his biceps. Milano held back his moan at the peak of his pure excitement.
Veronica was so divine in the moments in which Milano gave her pleasure so that her sensuality further adorned her passion. Her nipples stood out proudly against the fabric of her dress; her legs trembled, hinting at what was about to happen.
Then Veronica immediately screamed from the ecstasy. She mumbled something in response to how Milano kissed her on the forehead and his finger gently slipped out her entrance. Veronica was still moving on him, finishing the agonizing languor.
Milano licked his index finger, and his other hand fell on her hip.
“You’re delicious...” Milano croaked, looking up at Veronica, whose face was suffused with color from his comments. “When will you stop blushing?” he smiled, wondering.
“Your honesty always plunges me into shock, Mr. Veneziani,” Veronica ironically said, and Milano smiled at her notice.
“I’ve not finished with you, my goddess…” Milano informed her, raising her above him and managing to unzip the fly of his pants. “Yeah, that’s right...” he told her in a whisper, slowly lowering her body to his waiting manhood. It was ready as always.
“Kiss me hard,” Milano ordered Veronica, tilting her head for another kiss. He passionately captured her lips with his; penetrating his tongue in her mouth, as Veronica made the same move. The tip of his tongue caressed her palate, reheating Veronica’s desire for another act.
“Mmm...” Veronica mumbled pensively, falling into the lust with Milano. She liked to be in such subjection to her Demon when he was proving his feelings to her—albeit, even in such form.
“Fuck me, baby... without ceasing...” Milano’s words sounded invitingly and viciously, but also excitedly for Veronica. He sought full capitulation from her, owing to his venerable experience.
And Veronica voluntarily submitted to Milano, as his arrogance added certain seductiveness to his wild nature. She kissed him gently on the lips as he guided her movements and plunged into her entrance again and again. Veronica swung on him and showed him her activity as much as she liked.
“Milano, I’m going to explode,” she whispered, giving up to her body’s signals as shivering.
“No, Amazon! You will come first, or I won’t let you meet the guests,” Milano threatened her, vigilantly looking at her facial emotions. He wasn’t joking.
“You can’t punish me for flirting because you did the same with that store’s staff!”
“I can do it! And you won’t escape!”
Veronica attempted to yield to him with her speech as a woman’s weapon, but Milano was not affected. She saw it in his silence and actions.
Forgetting about Veronica’s flirting with Eduardo, Milano fell from the tower of jealousy into the fiery ocean of passion. He was looking at his gorgeous lady and enjoyed how erotically she writhed on his body. He could not get enough of her. For him, Veronica was like a real fairy who knew what magical movement to apply in this case.
Milano watched Veronica intently as she undid a few buttons on his jacket and shirt, and her hands slid over his chest, sometimes touching his nipples. It was easy for him to understand that she tried to bring him to orgasm faster than he intended. Milano only increased the pushing hoping that he will win and Veronica will come first despite her ingenuity.
But it didn’t happen. They ran up the stairs of all-consuming orgasm together, directly to the high floor of euphoria. Milano finally entered into Veronica more deeply, and they both moaned from the ecstasy that swept through their bodies like a hurricane.
Veronica was still moving on Milano, struggling with the remnants of the pleasure she was still in. She was glad as Heaven blessed her; her body seemed to fly...
Adding more tenderness to their sex, Milano took Veronica’s hand and kissed her wrist with his lips. His tongue added some spicy tricks in their intimacy as he licked Veronica’s soft skin with adoration. His tongue drew wet paths along her elbow and up to her tiny shoulder. He dreamed of touching all the vulnerable points on her magical body and kissing them in a passionate way.
Milano’s caresses were impossible to compare to anything! He was right in saying that he knew all the points on Veronica’s body that could be affected specially.
“Desire to continue?” Milano grinned at Veronica’s captivity in his sex prison. He took her fingers and in turn began sucking them. He saw how incredibly Veronica felt, still moaning and closing her eyes, so he didn’t stop.
“Where did you learn to give a woman such pleasure?!” Veronica mumbled, emerging from the whirlpool of desire, where Milano was immersing her again.
“A mature Italian woman taught me. I told you before…” Milano briefly answered her, wincing from the bad memories.
“Doesn’t matter who taught you, but you light up a torch in my body... You’re an exploiter!”
Milano laughed at her sarcasm, stroking the back of Veronica’s head, and then he touched her soft lips with his thumb. He loved to feel the silky smoothness of her lips—their sinful taste.
“My belly is rumbling,” Veronica told him, pouting, and changed the subject. She swung slightly backwards as his hand outlined the volume of her breast and gently squeezed it. “I want to eat... And I am tired, Mino…”
Milano looked at Veronica for a long time, wondering why she hadn’t eaten.
“Hunger is harmful to our child, Veronica! Damn it! Don’t you understand simple things?” Milano outraged, disapproving of her behavior with his strict tone.
“Do not shout. I just didn’t wish to be seen gobbling up the food so that everyone would find out about my pregnancy,” Veronica replied, biting her lip. “We are not officially engaged, Milano! What will people think of us then?”
“You could have told Gloria you were hungry and she would have taken you to the kitchen! Cara, you’re running into a new punishment!” Milano barked, not listening to her explanation and complaints.
“And you’re going to exploit me with sex once more?!” Veronica’s eyes popped out. She couldn’t believe that Milano was going to lead her to bed. After all, she had no strength; she needed to restore her energy.
“I’m not exactly sick in the head to make you powerless, mia felicità![35] And I am not an enemy to the health of my child and my future wife,” Milano let go of his anger and began to talk calmly with Veronica, worrying about her condition.
Listening to the beautiful words from her Demon, Veronica thanked God that he began to open the heart of her Italian. What more did she need but his love?
Milano carefully lifted Veronica and put her on the rug so that she was conveniently able to touch up her image. He liked to watch as Veronica adjusted her new panties and her beautiful bra, demonstrating her sexual image. If she was not tired, Milano could’ve repeated their act, and they wouldn’t go down to join the guests.
“I’m just heading downstairs. Will you follow me, cherry?” Milano called Veronica while he put his clothes on.
“Aren’t you afraid of Susan’s assaults? She was very eloquent with me today,” Veronica had informed him, having no desire to hide her meeting with her rival. The rival who searched to find a chance to catch Milano in her traps forever.
“What the hell is she doing at my brother’s wedding? Who invited her?” Milano snarled, abruptly jumping up from the bed. “I suppose, she did understand my threat when I promised her that she would pay for her crimes.”
Veronica shrugged, not knowing what to say. She knew that Susan was a pain in the ass, and only Milano could handle her.
“Come with me, dear
. You eat first, and I’ll deal with Susan later,” Milano finished their talking, inviting Veronica to follow him.
Finding himself in the corridor, Milano pressed Veronica against the wall, kissing her so fervently that Veronica’s heart was ready to jump out of her throat! Milano was proving again how much he cared about his goddess and how devoted he was to her.
Down with Veronica on the first floor, Milano had a snack in the kitchen with his Amazon. He was satisfied with her obedience and her lovely perfect manners. He didn’t like when Veronica ate badly, especially now as she was carrying his child.
When they had finished their meal, Milano and Veronica proceeded to the hall. Noticing a familiar person in the crowd, Milano led Veronica to her. Shaking hands with Signora Vetrova, Milano left the two women without interrupting their warm conversation.
Veronica was touched, recognizing a welcomed guest in the house. Signora Carmela Vetrova kept her promise, making her presence a great gift to Veronica.
“Signora Carmela, you came!” Veronica smiled, hugging the golden-haired woman tightly.
“Why would I not come, sweetheart?” elderly Carmela asked her, hugging Veronica as well. “I was looking for you too, my dear. Milano must have delayed you as I understand.”
Veronica smiled sheepishly in response, seeing how Carmela’s brow raised.
“I’m so glad you came to such a significant event in the Veneziani family! I am so pleased that you agreed to Milano’s invitation, Signora Carmela!” Veronica exclaimed, smiling.
“Veronica, I like the way Milano tries to make you happy. I wonder when you’ll get married. Before the baby is born?” Carmela expressed dissatisfaction about waiting for Veronica’s wedding but playfully elbowed Veronica’s hand.
“Soon, Signora. Milano had urgent matters, and everyone was busy with the preparations for Lucenzo’s marriage… So he had no time to think about that…” Veronica wished to finish her explanation, but at that moment their conversation was cut short by the beeping of the wedding car.
Veronica, Carmela, and all the guests turned their heads towards the gate. They knew that the newlyweds had arrived, and now the celebration would begin!
~ CHAPTER 14 ~
The Wedding Banquet in the Veneziani’s House
When Francesca and Lucenzo were getting out of the white BMW decorated with tea-roses, they appeared before everyone like two graceful swans. The newlyweds’ snow-white clothes made them look pretty, and they shone like two diamonds.
A little open transparent shoulders and sleeves that went to the elbows, a tight bodice and a slightly flared skirt of the lace wedding dress emphasized Francesca’s femininity and refinement. Her dress’s train and a long veil made her image airier and impressed the guests and her relatives. Lucenzo wore a three-piece suit, and only his dark cream tie emphasized his freshness and masculinity.
All the guests applauded Francesca and Lucenzo’s appearance and shouted words of greeting to both of them. Francesca and Lucenzo were touched by the compassion and responsiveness of the guests and relatives—they couldn’t say a word. Tears sparked in Francesca and Lucenzo’s eyes in response to such a welcoming from everyone.
Walking down the small road from the BMW beside the Veneziani house to the garden, Francesca and Lucenzo were caught under the rain of rice. The guests felt no sorrow for their money; they threw small bills or coins under the feet of the newlyweds. They wished Francesca and Lucenzo happy matrimony and all the best in their personal life.
Lucenzo smiled broadly, noticing his elder brother. Milano was standing near the garden arc entwined with plants and showed Lucenzo ‘the thumbs up.’ Lucenzo locked him in a tight embrace, telling Milano that he would always be with him. No matter what happens in his life, Lucenzo is Milano’s right hand. Lucenzo felt that he still had to prove to Milano how much he loved him. After all, Lucenzo understood that Veronica wouldn’t be able to deal with the dark nature of his brother alone.
As Francesca’s turn came, Milano took his sister-in-law’s hand and kissed her politely. He gestured for Francesca and his brother to enter the richly decorated garden, and the newlyweds did with pleasure in their hearts. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a beautiful song, ‘Love on Top’ by the modern singer, Beyoncé started to play. This song was specially chosen for the newlyweds, and Francesca blossomed like a flower from such a surprise. She guessed that everything was arranged on Lucenzo’s order―only he knew Francesca’s musical preferences very well.
Glancing at her husband, the happy Francesca winked at him, and he gave her his unforgettable angelic smile. She was ready to fly to the sky because of how attentive Lucenzo was to her. She could only dream of such a perfect celebration of her life.
He’s so sensitive! I just cannot get enough of him! What more could a woman want in her life now? Only a husband like Lucenzo! Francesca thought to herself.
Veronica reached the newlyweds just after Milano. She tenderly embraced Francesca and Lucenzo and wished them great happiness, and to have lots of children as soon as possible.
Francesca and Lucenzo looked fondly at Veronica, who had become so dear to them over the past months. Without a doubt, Veronica decorated their wedding like no other and was worthy of being one of the leading persons at the wedding banquet. If it weren’t for her, Lucenzo and Milano wouldn’t have found Francesca, and Mateo could have carried out his plan. Veronica was indeed an angel and the most sincere, kind girl they had ever met in their lives. Now Francesca and Lucenzo thought that they had to help her as well as she helped them. Especially now, since the baby she was carrying grew day by day.
Once the young newlyweds entered the garden, many guests and relatives from the Veneziani and Lascatti side were landing near the tables. Today was hot due to rare luck, and the chilling morning wind no longer bothered anyone. The owners of the house could start the banquet at that moment so that the guests could enjoy delicious dishes.
When many people were seated, Milano began to look for Susan with his eyes. Unfortunately, he could not find his former secretary; it was as if the ground had swallowed her. He wanted to chastise Susan for what she did―her causing Veronica to lose her nerves. He promised himself that if his former secretary shows up in front of him, he will kick her out immediately. He was fed up with her vicious nature and the unexpected appearance where it was not accepted. Milano thought that he had to teach Susan a lesson; otherwise, she won’t stop.
Veronica felt a little hot, and she decided to go freshen up. As soon as she finished in the bathroom, she bumped into Bianca. Veronica rolled her eyes, not knowing how else to react to another one of Milano’s ex-lover’s.
“Bianca Lesti! Not you again!” Veronica greeted her with a snap, twisting her mouth to one side. She was not glad to meet Bianca at Milano’s house even though she agreed that Bianca was still a part of Milano’s past. Veronica only wanted peace, but apparently, she was not destined to experience it.
“Milano’s parents invited me, and it is advisable for you to shut up! I am dangerous when angry, you know.” Bianca threatened her rival, making her disregard for Veronica’s feelings visible. Her delicate face was tensed. “I came here to have fun, not to talk to you!” she blurted out, spinning in her dress in all directions.
The activity of Bianca Lesti made Veronica look at Bianca’s original dress. The fabric sleeveless bodice and a short skirt made from elastane and organza created Bianca’s revealing image. Despite the royal blue color and silver brooch on the right side of the dress, the clothes could not hide Bianca’s long legs. It was like that style was created to seduce the opposite sex properly.
“I notice you are hiding the pregnancy, Veronica,” a twenty-six-year-old Bianca said obscenely. “Think. If everyone finds out you’re carrying Milano’s baby out of wedlock, they’ll look at you like you are a slut!”
“Do you want to tell everyone?” Veronica asked her boldly, not scared of threats from her rival. “Go ahead, and then Milano won’t talk to you anymore!”
After listening to Veronica, Bianca knew her opponent was right. If she’s going to embarrass Veronica in front of Milano’s friends, this act will forever alienate Milano from Bianca.
But Bianca wanted to ruin Veronica’s sweet life so that she said the following, “You don’t know what I’m capable of, Veronica! Milano’s mother is on my side, and this is a big plus for me,” she laughed out loud, inhaling the taste of a quick victory over her hateful opponent.
“It’s up to Milano. You can’t force him into something he doesn’t want.” Veronica paused, attempting to handle her nervous condition while talking to Bianca. “If you were able to live under the same roof as Milano, you could face his worst side. You or Milano’s former secretary have no idea what this could lead you to. Only a selfless soul will help Milano... Only her love...” Veronica went on with a heavy heart, seeking not to succumb to her sad emotions.
“I love Milano, and I’ll marry him!” Bianca stood her ground, contemptuously watching Veronica with her cocoa eyes. “I don’t care what you’re bullying me with, Veronica! Stop trying to get your hands on Milano’s money.”
“You have no right to judge me, Bianca,” Veronica looked at the Italian girl as if she sawed her through with her eyes. “You have no idea who I am or who Milano is. Have you ever asked him what his heart wants?”
Being tired of Veronica’s notations, Bianca put her palm forward.
“No lectures! I’ve had enough from my father!”
Not allowing Veronica to answer, Bianca turned to the other side, going to retire. As soon as she decided to leave she accidentally faced Milano.