Continuation of chapter 2.1

Upon entering the office, Veronica looked around.

The office was the size of a concert hall and this fact only slightly surprised her. Perhaps this was done to ensure that Milano felt safe here with his heavy and explosive thoughts, his pain and the ghosts of his past didn't disturb him here. In his office, Milano was the master.

A dark burgundy settee-bed of medium size and small chairs upholstered in dark green velvet were straddled at the corners of Milano's cabinet. Settee-bed was sitting near the window, which was closed by steel shutters and caused their colors to sharply contrast with the chairs and white walls, which spoke about the modern taste of the owner of the office. A two-leaved wooden cupboard was located at the right side of the leather chair, where Milano sat. A vitreous decanter, glasses and wineglassful sat inside the cupboard and compartments for papers and other correspondence were underneath it. A multi-tiered rack for folders of financial statements was located at the left side of the table. Everything was orderly and in their places. The office floor was covered with Persian carpets, quiet colors and different length of wool. In general, the place was absolute chic.

While Veronica studied the details of the office for a long while, Milano Veneziani slowly leaned back in his chair, binding his fingers behind his head with a smile watching the reaction of his Amazon.

"Do you like it, my Queen?" he asked his Amazon in an excited voice, wondering in his mind, how to catch her in a trap of his passion again from which she wouldn't be able to escape this time.

"Yes. But something is missing here..." Veronica murmured, continuing to examine the atmosphere of his office and marveling at his grandeur.

"Lunch." Milano answered, still not taking his eyes from his girlfriend and slightly amused by her modesty. He was glad that Veronica didn't read his thoughts and didn't guess the vicious fantasies that tormented him.

Remembering why she had come here, Veronica reached out to Milano hastily, pulling out a pack of paper towels and placing a container of food on his table. Placing cutlery on each side of Milano, Veronica tucked a paper napkin over the collar of his cream shirt, carefully adjusting its edges. Milano beamed, rejoicing that a woman who could take care of him finally appeared in his life, asking nothing in return.

"Come closer. Don't be afraid, cara." Milano patted his knee, inviting his goddess to sit on his knee not losing eye contact with her.

"Afraid of you?" Veronica willfully burst out laughing. "Don't flatter yourself, Narcissus!"

"You look like a modest schoolgirl." Milano snorted. "Please, sit next to me. Your behavior makes me want to laugh myself to tears." He swallowed the chicken pieces and boiled vegetables, trying not to chuckle.

"Shut up!" Veronica pinned her ears back, putting her hands on her hips. "It was you who made me look like a fool in front of your secretary! Was it impossible to wait for the lunch break?"

"Why this shít right now, Nike?" Milano broke out.

He hated when his desires were criticized; especially by women.

"Because your Susan wouldn't let me come to you, if you hadn't asked her to. Why the hell am I telling you all of this?" Veronica was boiling with anger again; she found it difficult to calm herself down.

But how was it possible, when the acts of the Demon were so reckless?

Milano, in contrast, had his version of the events.

"It's because you wanted to test my loyalty, damn it!" Milano told Veronica sincerely. "And you're only looking for an excuse to stab me more painfully with your claims."

"I couldn't give a toss about your loyalty!"

"Your attitude speaks for itself. You're so unsatisfied, cara mia. Female hormones are rebelling inside you. Give yourself to me now and everything will be okay." Milano spoke with excitement in his voice, trying to pinch Veronica on her rounded aśs.

"Oh really? Then why do you treat me like I'm nothing? Why order me to come to your job like I am some sort of servant and then, when I come here, you ignore me in the hallway in front of Susan, huh? Why, you Demon?" Veronica increased the distance between herself and Milano, not allowing him to hug her. She knew that if he starts to caress her, she'll give up again. And it shouldn't be like that.

Deciding that she still needs to teach her Demon a lesson, Veronica pulled a long leather belt from her ladies purse and shook her head at him, hinting that she was going to spank the Italian.

Milano's eyes widened with surprise, and he suddenly laughed.

"Nicky. Don't be ridiculous."

"You don't be ridiculous!" Veronica embittered. "If you're sleeping with Susan, I'm here to educate you. Messy fücker!"

"Here we come to the essence of your problem, my little star. You are desperately jealous." Milano continued to roar with laughter, rocking in his black leather chair and trying to take away the "weapon" from Veronica.

"Even if it is so, what is it to you? You have an ice shard instead of a heart, like Kay from the "The Snow Queen". Everything is useless! So... Arrivederci, Signore Veneziani."*

Veronica turned toward to the exit and headed for the door. But in a few seconds, the Italian abruptly appeared in front of her like a magician, not giving her way.

"Don't run away from me, Veronica. Don't be stubborn. Eat with me." Milano offered her, transforming his smile into an arrogant grin and handing her his wide palm.

"What else do you want, Demon? Maybe you wish to have lunch with me and your secretary?" Veronica grumbled angrily, realizing that Milano doesn't take her opinion seriously. All this was just a game for him.

"If you're in, I will invite her." Milano nodded, laughing into his beard and starting to get on her nerves.

Unable to bear his animosity, she punched him with her fists.

"You are such an aśshole!"

"That's why girls cling to me." Milano confessed, sharply grabbing his warrior woman by her wrists. He kissed Veronica vigorously, swallowing the entire flavor of her lips and feeling that he won't be able to be nice to her any longer. Her hot breath scorched his skin; her eyes tugging at Milano and making him more attracted to her. His sculpted arms surrounded Veronica in a trap, coming down to her slim waist and then changing the angle to the buttocks. The sound of defiance flew away from Veronica's lips, but was immediately absorbed in her passionate lover's kiss.

Milano led Veronica to his working place in the rhythm of a tango. He pressed her to the pedestal case of the table and then placed her on top of it. Compressing the strong firm buttocks of his shrew Amazon, Milano went on the offensive. His tongue overbearingly entered her mouth, starting to caress the sky with a certain rhythm making Veronica shudder convulsively in the desire of her sensualist. Throwing her long legs on his shoulders and lifting her coral dress up to the hips, Milano finally put Veronica on the table.

She leaned her head back, feeling the light drizzling from his caresses run down her spine and reach the tips of her fingers. The Italian growled in response to Veronica's insubordination, going down to her neck and running his tongue along her delicate collarbone and solar plexus.

Veronica tried to produce at least one wrangling in response to his savagery, but it was to no avail. She gave up. She was melting, while nimble fingers of her Italian glided over her skin. Milano tasted the wine of the winner.

"You like to see me as a dominant because you want it yourself. If you didn't want this, it is unlikely that you will lie here now, so relaxed." Milano grinned at his male power and her female weakness.

"You know which buttons to press, Milano. You know how to influence a woman when she likes you. And not play dumb like you don't understand what I'm talking about!" Veronica critically evaluated the nature of the Italian, while he smiled lustfully at her.

"You're right." Milano replied in an affirmative tone and his beautiful baritone descant echoed around the office. He knew he had won again.

Exposing Veronica's genitals, he eagerly looked at her beautiful body, desiring infinitely to own it. Proving that he could do it, Milano slowly paved his way to her feminine gates using his male organ, pausing for a moment and looking into her eyes with pleasure.

"But you're not quite ready to have sex with me, my Angel. Relax, and I will help you." He whispered, feeling her tension and trying to soothe her with his touches.

"If you're not ready, then leave me alone!" Veronica's poignant look pierced Milano like a dagger. Veronica saw his selfish lust and didn't want to satisfy him by having sex.

"You're insufficiently excited. You'll get hurt."

"You're an animal that used to take and give nothing back! Do you care?"

"My aśs! Don't talk to me like that, Veronica. You're not my mother!" Milano voice was now raised to a loud pitch; Veronica was too stubborn to understand him.

"Well, so you're not my father! You're nothing to me!" Veronica blurted out, forgetting to bite her tongue. Her temperament again played a cruel joke on her. She forced Milano's demon out again to their world and destroy everything.

"Well, fück it all!" Milano yelled, knowing that the good half of his character failed again against the dark one. "If you want this, I'll do it roughly!"

Veronica grabbed strongly onto his steel shoulders, staring at him with her wild brown eyes. His words hit her like lightning. Only now she awoke to the fact that Milano begged her not to anger him, begged her to back off and give him what he wanted, sex. Because only Veronica could keep his Demon at bay and not let them rule him. Sex with her suppressed his emotions and made Milano a calm and more balanced man for their life together. But Veronica didn't hear him; she only rebuked him for his selfishness.

She almost cried as she thought about it. After all, she didn't want to escalate the situation. Veronica wanted to help her Demon, to help him in everything, but their burning temperaments involved them both once again in a strong fight.

So now she had only one thing to do.

Veronica silently asked Milano for his forgiveness with her lips, holding back her bitter tears. She was afraid that he'll get lost again in the darkness from where even she can't pull him into the light. And now it will be her fault.

Although in Milano's mind appeared his mute response to his behavior towards Veronica. 'I'm not that much a bastard to hurt her.'  Milano mentally nodded to himself. 'What the fück? I really frightened my Angel... Oh my God!'

"I have to apologize." He suddenly whispered in Veronica's ear, lifting himself up from her body and adjusting her clothes. "I wasn't supposed to behave like that."

"Milano?" Veronica gently called out to him, but silence was the only answer. He turned away from her, feeling that it showed his worst side. Howsoever women irritated him, he would never have been so rough during intercourse.

What was going on inside his Hell? What is he hiding from everyone? What?

Will he ever tell anything to Veronica?

"For a while, we will lay off from having sex. I'll give you the phone number of our family gynecologist and you'll talk to him every day. I want to know that you and the baby are okay." Milano sank into his chair, resting his head in its headrest. He began to spin in the chair like a whirligig; he stared at the ceiling and didn't say a word to Veronica. He has withdrawn again into his interior world, into his dark, dark world.

When he stopped his chair with his leg, he slowly closed his eyes. He didn't dare speak with Veronica, because he was afraid of the truth. He was afraid to reveal all his murky secrets and then to see how Veronica would hate him. And he didn't want to lose her. She was his salvation.

Noticing his inner struggle and his sad eyes, Veronica promised herself that she will find a way to bring Milano into a frank conversation with her. If she was Veronica!

"If this is what you want, Milano, I'm not going to argue with you." She agreed. "But I hope you won't switch during this time to your secretary."

"Veronica!" Milano cut her off, slapping his hand down on his desk impatiently looking at his girlfriend.

"What?" Veronica smiled, sliding her fingers over his shoulder and then to his neck.

"Stop being so jealous!"

"Stop trying fück everyone yourself!" She blurted out.

Her answer pretty much made Milano laugh and forget about everything. Veronica had a gift to cheer him up and change his negative thoughts to positive. She was his Angel.

"Well, if you so crave it, bene, my sweetie. Do impose a veto on my fücking." Milano quietly addressed a message to Veronica that no one had heard him behind the door. He looked at her for so long, watching her reaction.

But seeing that Veronica did not perceive his words seriously, he took the next step. Putting her hand on his genitals, hidden under a layer of pants' fabric, Milano stopped in his tracks, asking Veronica an indiscreet question.

"Now it's yours. How do you like that, my Amazon?"

Veronica swallowed hard, hoping she heard him right. It was on the verge of the fantasy, if Milano has agreed to that thing. But his serious and frowned glance made her believe his offer. Veronica encouraged Milano, as her freedom-loving Demon and knew that for him it wasn't easy to give his body to slavery to his future wife and forget about his sex adventures. For the Italian, it was a decisive step towards a closer relationship with Veronica.

"You're renting it or just giving it for personal use?" Veronica wondered with a smile, using her feminine coquetry in the conversation.

"For personal use, passerotto mio."** Milano said, showing his white teeth and enjoying the calm state of his Amazon. Veronica chuckled leaning her forehead against her beloved's and quietly whispering to him, 'My Milano'.

"Your Milano." Milano responded, sighing deeply after what he said and wanting to get from Veronica just a modicum of tenderness. Veronica didn't keep him waiting. She climbed on his lap and decided to reward him with a deep kiss.

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*Goodbye, seignior Veneziani. (italian)

**My little bird. (italian)

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Author's Note: 2485 words

Copyright © OlgaGOA

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So Susan became a reason of Veronica and Milano's quarrel. How do you think would she make them a quarrel or just broke their relationships? Or you totally feel certain that never will come between them? I'm waiting your thoughts, my lovely ppl xox

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FATEFUL ITALIAN PASSION 2 OST ♪:  Jessie Ware - Desire

This amazing song by amazing singer really fit feelings of MILANICA

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Lyrics:

[Intro]
(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh, ooh)

[Verse 1]
You're my desire
And this, I always know
You've been admired
And do you see me glow?

[Pre-Chorus]
Take me as I am
Take me as I am
Don't want to be left alone
Take me in your arms
Take me in your hands
Love me like we used to know

[Chorus]
Am I seeing?
Am I feeling now?
That I want you
That I need you
My desire, desire (ooh)
My desire

[Verse 2]
We stick together
From a kiss I've met before
I'm blindly your lover
It's a curse that's still adore

[Pre-Chorus]
Take me as I am
Take me as I am
Don't want to be left alone
Take me in your arms
Take me in your hands
Love me like we used to know

[Chorus]
Am I seeing?
Am I feeling now?
That I want you
That I need you
My desire, desire (ooh)
My desire

[Outro]
My, my-my-my, my-my-my
My desire
And I need you, oh-ohh
And I need you, oh-ohh
And I need you, oh-ohh
And I need you, oh-ohh