Continuation of chapter 2.2

As soon as Veronica tried to do it, the intercom sounded on the massive oak table and the smooth, seductive voice of secretary Susan struck his ears.

"Signore Veneziani. You asked me to remind you that you'll have a meeting with the Spaniards in an hour."

"Susan, I know!" Milano snapped. "You distracted me from a conversation at the most inopportune moment. If I think I forgot something, I'll call you. Bene?"

"Bene, Signore Veneziani. Scusi."* The secretary said deeply apologetically, speaking the words with an Italian accent.

"Non c'è bisogno di scusarsi. Ma d'ora in poi dovresti essere più intelligente." Milano shrieked through his teeth, hugging Veronica by the waist and pulling her closer to him. Susan immediately hung up, offended by the harsh words of her boss.

"What did you say to her?"

"I told her that there is no need to apologize. But from now on, she should be smarter." Milano muttered in a low voice, leading his forefinger to his Amazon's neck and tried to get her attention again.

"That's not very tactful, darling. You shouldn't humiliate her," Veronica condemned him, locking his masculine neck in a wrist-lock grip. The Italian's skin was so silky and warm that Veronica didn't want to let him go, she wanted to canoodle him even more in her embrace.

"My secretary needed this; a good telling-off." Milano snorted.

"But Milano!"

"Well, my sweetie pie?" He giggled, patting his goddess' small tummy.

"I am not a little pie!" Veronica broke out in a second. "I'm not plump."

"You will be soon; when our little one grows even more inside you."

"Kiss my ass! I won't be fat."

"About that first order, I would gladly do it, cara. But I'm not sure that the Spaniards, my business partners, would understand us if they catch us here on 'that scene'." Veronica covered her mouth with her hands, trying not to burst out laughing at his humor. "As for the second, you don't get to choose, baby. During pregnancy, women always gain weight. I think we're having a boy." Milano continued.

"You never know who it is. Maybe it's a girl." Veronica shot back.

"Let it be. It's still my baby."

"Of course, it's yours! Who else's would it be?" She enraged, knowing that the pride of the Italian is unlikely to disappear. It's his nature, and therefore, he will stay like that.

But maybe he will change?

"Nike, you're not exactly in the mood." Milano noticed. "What's eating you?"

"That person named Susan!" Veronica again boiled. "She likes you and wants to seduce you and drag you into her bed."

"And you want to get ahead of her?" He teased her with a smile, caressing her slender neck with his palm.

"Fück you, Milano!"

"That is what you will do now."

Veronica understood the meaning of her Demon's words when she directly rolled from the top of the table onto his muscular thigh. Not allowing her to collect herself, Milano lifted her up above his rebellious male organ, and Veronica gasped when her entrance was completely consumed by it.

Veronica let out a barely audible sigh, assuming that today will be better than ever with her astonishing Demon.

"You are ready, cara. You're burning up like fire and scorching me." Milano sang, looking at the aristocratic face of his goddess and at her back, which arched to meet her master.

"And what does that mean?" Veronica asked him huskily, knowing that this position she was in now was hardly going to tell him in any other voice.

"Your body will accept me, because the road to your Kingdom is washed by the moisture."

Whether it was the words of her Demon or the sexy timbre of his voice, Veronica began to tremble; the easy-waves of desire moved onto her. Milano raised his woman above him and again lowered her hot front passage to his waiting and burning male organ, goading and tormenting her.

Veronica shuddered, feeling an indescribable ecstasy filling her body by Milano's body, and preferring to sing another serenade of passion.

"My words are exciting you, my goddess. How beautiful you are, mia piccola."**

"Honey." Veronica moaned; the fingers of her seducer slipped to her waist, exposing her. Caressing his Amazon, Milano revived more thirst for pleasure in her, and she couldn't resist it. She began to repeat the movements up and down, feeling a terrific bliss from them.

Veronica's emotions with her head thrown back in pleasure were like an open book for the Italian to read. She enthusiastically closed her eyes, while the golden threads of sensual sensations floated through her body.

Milano had never seen Veronica like this. She wasn't shy. She forgot her natural shyness.

Not stopping to torment his goddess, Milano was bringing her closer to orgasm, starting to tell her lewd words.

"Si, mia bella.*** I see what you want. My dignity is for your personal use now. Torture him; exhaust him as you like. I'm yours."

Veronica moaned harder, hearing such frank words from Milano Veneziani. Not able to deal with his ravishment, she sharply caught Milano in his bushy hair, afraid to scream in his office. The Italian gently covered her mouth with his hand and hugged Veronica to himself, lowing something unintelligible into her chest. He helped Veronica to find her highest peak of ecstasy with his thrusts.

"Male dizione!"**** Milano growled after his all-consuming orgasm.

"Oh, gosh! You're such a professional." Veronica exhaled sharply, reclining against his shoulder and steadily calming her breathing.

"Of course. Who would doubt it, right?" Milano quipped, still feeling the warmth of her secret place on his impressive sized male organ.

"I gave you a freebie in every sense and now I can go. You can do whatever you want." Veronica proudly raised herself from his hips, put her lace underwear and adjusted her clothes.

"Don't say that!" The Italian condemned her. "You're my bride and not a girl from the street."

"Then don't give Susan any false hope. She's in love with you."

"And I don't give a shit about it!"

Veronica shook her head, as if she didn't believe Milano's words.

"My dear, you shouldn't think that I have sex with everyone. I made a vow with my body. What else do you need?" Milano's face began to acquire sharp features, showing his new flood of anger. But he tried to learn to control it. He was a grown man, not a youngster.

"I will see how you keep your word." Veronica tried to believe her Demon, but as usual, doubt settled in her soul once again. "Sometimes I feel like I don't act like a self-respecting woman. I never refuse you and satisfy all your wild and depraved needs."

"Bella, you're going to be my wife and you will have the full right to do anything in my office." Milano urged her, trying to kiss his Amazon again.

"And even your body?" Veronica was amazed.

"And even my body, cara. Today I 'signed' a contract with you to ban the use of it by any other women." Milano firmly replied looking directly into her eyes as Veronica caressed his beautiful cheeks with her little thumbs, saying, "Okay."

Taking a shower which was a rich pleasure in Milano's office and speedily fixing themselves, Veronica and Milano were ready to return to their responsibilities. Quickly kissing Milano on a cheek, Veronica had intended to go home, but he pulled her back again, responding to the kiss even stronger than hers.

"Let go of me, Demon!" Veronica commanded him to stop the sex games, and finally take up his duty at work.

"I'm excited again. You act on my body magically. I don't fücking understand it!" Milano barked out evident truth. Veronica was so close to him that Milano had no doubt that her neck was created for constant caressing by his lips and not ignore them.

His thoughts were interrupted by Veronica, feeling that soon she will win her primary victory. "If you don't understand – don't. It is even better. Hand me the belt. I left it on your desk."

"Why do you need it?" Milano grinned. "I think I need the belt; viz, to carry out an educational practice with you from time to time."

"Give me that, imp." Veronica increased her voice, seeing that the Italian didn't want to obey her.

"Just don't hurt yourself." Milano pronounced with a smirk, giving her the belt.

"Screw you!" Veronica pushed him away, putting the strap in her small purse and checking her makeup in the mirror.

The Italian smiled like a Cheshire cat.

"It is not necessary to push me for the feat of fücking you on the table, Veronica. The words 'screw you', I see only in that way."

Veronica grumbled to herself about his teasing and quickly went to the door; she should go home to finish her sketches. Milano, in turn, was very pleased that lunch with her changed the mood of the day. Now he can carry on with his work.

After stepping out into the hall and closing the door behind her, Veronica saw Susan. She was already distracted from her work, studying Veronica's image.

"Your name is Veronica, right? Now then, do you know that Seignior Veneziani doesn't stop at one thing? I'm afraid to disappoint you baby, but Milano will never be with you. He is the eternal wind." Susan spoke to Veronica in not a sympathetic tone, wishing to vex her and spoil her mood.

"Susan or whatever your name is." Veronica said defensively, not wanting to give up like the secretary hoped. "I think you'll be amazed to find out that Milano and I are getting married soon and he will become my husband." She decided to omit the detail about the baby, not wanting to incur even more vengeance from the secretary.

"You're stupid!" Susan remarked acidly. "Milano likes to sleep with everyone and even if it stops for someone, then it will be me. I'm loyal to him and have known him for so long."

"The reason is, Susan," Veronica said leaning forward, "that you and all his other women didn't see the other side of Signore Veneziani. And if you ever see it, then I am afraid that all your hopes for happiness with him will be destroyed. Because you haven't seen his demonic side and it's not as attractive as it may seem. Try to tame Milano Veneziani, although I don't really believe that it will be possible for you."

With these words, Veronica pressed the button to the elevator and entered inside, her head held high, while she was looking at the secretary. Susan only opened her mouth, not knowing how to respond to Veronica's words. She brought her ego down with her statement, not allowing Susan to utter even a word.

Susan realized that Veronica was one of her most difficult opponents.

Reaching the ground floor, Veronica was pleasantly surprised that the faithful bodyguard and servant of the Veneziani family – Pietro, was still waiting for her at the building. He gallantly offered her his arm and guided her inside, starting the engine of the beloved car of his boss, "Chevrolet Camaro".

After talking with Veronica, Susan still couldn't believe what was happening. She thought that the news about the new mistress Milano went nuts over was just someone spreading rumors about him. While on the other hand, Veronica's words had forced Susan to think about it. 'Is it true that Milano is a horrible sadist and beats women? Only that could explain his demonic side and his explosive nature. Although, why does he want to marry this Veronica? What's the hurry?' Susan thought, immediately deciding to find out.

Adjusting her pantsuit and looking at a small, folding mirror to correct her makeup, Susan was ready to conquer Milano Veneziani. Gently knocking on the door to his office, she patiently awaited the response from her boss. Not hearing a single sound from his office, she opened the door and went inside. Not seeing her boss at the desk, she slowly walked to the window, looking at the eternal city of Rome. She sighed lightly thinking about something else, but then her elbow was grabbed by the strong man's hand, turning her sharply to him.

"What are you doing here, damn it?"

Susan jumped at the sharp tone of Milano Veneziani; he was not in the mood to receive guests.

"Sir, I wanted to ask you about the agreement with the Spaniards." She coughed, showing her immense interest in the matter, although her thoughts were directed now in a different way. She immediately reached for her boss' lips thinking that she could kiss him, but nothing came of it. Milano abruptly moved away from her, sternly studying her behavior.

"I can't figure out what that was about, Susan. Was it seduction?" He asked the secretary without letting her touch his cheek.

"Don't you remember, boss, how close we were?" Susan reminded him, trying to reach her hand into his pants and show him what he always wanted – crazy sex without limits.

But Milano didn't let her to do it.

"Let bygones be bygones." He admitted. "Times have changed."

"But I did not, Signore Veneziani. I want to experience the power of your body again as you lie on me and I squirm under you. Take from me what you always take, and moan after the orgasm." Susan cooed, moving closer to her boss and not giving him place to step back.

In his head, Milano was facing a conflict – to take his secretary to hell or punish her by reducing her wages.

Taking advantage of the seductress in her, Susan waded into the battle of genders; starting to unbutton her blouse, never taking her eager eyes off of her sexy boss. The old Milano wouldn't have missed his chance in taking Susan right on the desk in his huge office. But the new Milano, thanks to Veronica, was quite different. He promised his goddess not to stare at any women. He promised not to hurt her.

"You don't want me, Milano?" The secretary playfully pouted, thinking that this old gimmick and the unbuttoned blouse will be able to seduce her boss. But today, it was not to be. In Milano's eyes was a steel resolve.

"Susan."

"Don't worry, boss. Your Veronica will never know. Moreover, she is not your wife; only your mistress." The secretary tried to throw her arms around her boss' neck and kiss him again, but he moved away from her.

"She WILL be my wife." Milano deliberately emphasized the word 'will', deciding to get Susan out of the picture. Better her hatred than her destructive desire. "That's why I have to be faithful to her."

"And how?" Susan giggled. She suddenly attacked Milano and stroked his manhood, seeing that it was firm. What man could withstand such seduction in his office? Only a man with great willpower.

Milano harshly grabbed the secretary by her delicate wrist and led the girl to the exit.

"Darling, but you want it. You can't forget it so quickly." Susan almost shouted into his face.

"To hell with my male organ! I am the one commanding him, not the other way around. Is that clear?"

Milano pushed his secretary out of the office, who was still ready even now to lie down under him, not willing to listen to his requests and appeals.

"She doesn't deserve you; that whore Veronica!" Susan's eyes burned with anger.

"Not for you to decide who's worthy and who is not. You're nobody here! Moreover, Nike is not a whore."

"Nike? A new nickname for your underlay?"

"Shut up!" Milano yelled at her, stopping himself from the rush to hit his secretary. "One more word and I'll throw you out on the street. Don't test my patience, Susan."

The Italian almost closed the door when Susan decided to remind her boss of her dependability in his favorite business.

"Mr. Veneziani. When you've played enough, come and see me. I know what you need. Veronica can't satisfy you like how I can." Susan said in a low voice with some special implications.

"Just work!" Milano barked, slamming the door loudly in her face and disappearing into his office.

"Well, Milano Veneziani. We will see soon enough, whose rope is going to chip – mine or Veronica's!" The secretary hissed, like a snake. She was ready for a new battle for her ex lover.

'Susan has been my headache, in addition to Bianca.'  Milano shook his head in response to his heavy thoughts, sitting behind his desk and distracting by the new projects. 'Just don't lose your head, buddy! Be yourself!' He advised himself, sinking into his work load.

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*Okay, seignior Veneziani. Excuse me. (italian)

**My baby (italian)

*** Yes, my beauty (italian)

****Damn it! (italian)

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Author's Note: 2820 words

Copyright © OlgaGOA

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Lovely readers, what's up?

I know how you feel now. You want to get Susan out of Milanica office and give her a flight to the most distant place, far from Italy, ya?

How do you think, guys, Milano will give up or not? Will he behave as all men who see beautiful woman and give up for her seduction? Would he have sex with her or not? What of his qualities will win in next time, loyalty or appetence? I'm waiting your opinion, ladies and gentlemen.

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