Having finished his drawings and turning off his tablet, Milano lightly pinched the back of his head to be relieved from the many hours of fatigue. He stretched a little in his armchair and yawned widely. The wall clock read ten in the evening. Milano didn't even notice how quickly time flew on the working day and at the moment he had a lot of unresolved questions about the job. But he knew that he would do it in time. His profession was never a burden for Milano; he loved to create architectural drafts in his job.

Taking the work laptop with him, Milano strode quickly out of the office. Heading to the elevator, he'd decided to press the call button but then the fragile, feminine hands of his secretary cupped his shoulders.

"As always, you look so great; even after spending eight hours without a break in your office." Susan murmured, her hands slipping back to Milano. Her palms slowly circled the layers of his muscles on his back, slowly following to his strong buttocks.

"Milano, you are so beautiful. I have always wanted to fuck you on my shiny table!" She shared her fantasies, not feeling awkward at all in a conversation with her boss.

"Susan!" Milano barked, suddenly stopping all of her talks. "What the hell are you doing? I told you to go home! And it's Signore Veneziani to you, not Milano."

"Don't make a scene!" She laughed, seeing that her boss didn't want to turn around to face her, as if he was afraid of her next steps. "I still remember how earlier your 'friend' was tensed under my gentle caresses. You still want me."

"I don't care what you dream about, Susan. Let go of my ass!"

Susan burst out laughing wildly in response to the protest of her boss about her gentle touch, and squeezed his buttocks even more. Milano understood that he must immediately prevent everything at an early stage. If a woman doesn't understand his words, then she needs to understand a man's behavior. He abruptly turned to face Susan, ready to chuck her out but quickly cursed, seeing her body completely naked.

"Come here..." Susan said hoarsely, sitting on the edge of the table and pulling the desk chair to herself. She put her slender legs on it and started to slowly widen it in opposite directions, showing Milano her erotic charms. Susan was ready to attack.

Milano felt bad for being such a slug and not being able to tell Susan that she no longer haunted him. But his sexual second 'I' wildly fought with his mind, as if signaling him to take this woman the way any man would. Although he knew perfectly well that if he lied to Veronica, she was unlikely to forgive him and considering her character, perhaps she would flee with the child. And he didn't want to get in another fight with his Angel. Milano wanted to begin his life with Veronica, that girl who so often proved her love and her passion, but who he so desperately alienated. She was the one who cared about what was happening in his soul.

But while Milano was thinking of what to say to Susan and how to send her away on all fours, her heel had already reached for his male genitals, massaging them deliberately to make Milano excited again. Susan was aware that her boss always liked jaunty women who could take business into their own hands and show what they wanted; to show their experience and knowledge of things in a coition way.

But Susan's hopes were not destined to be realized. Unexpectedly, the mobile phone's ring forced her boss to be distracted from her.

"Milano, where the heck are you? It's already half past eleven!" Lucenzo jawed Milano when he picked up the phone and breathed heavily into it. Milano's brother was talking as if he could see what was happening in the office and didn't like it. Milano immediately stiffened.

"Lu." Milano said, exhaling in relief. "I'm on my way. I'll be home soon."

"Come faster." Lucenzo muttered, dropping the call. Apparently, Milano could piss off his brother as well, although he certainly didn't want it.

Picking up all his things from the office and quickly passing by the nude Susan, Milano ignored her presence. It was the best thing he could do; not to think about his male desire.

Susan was furious. 'Gorblimey! That goddamn phone went off at the wrong time and blatantly interrupted me! It boggles my mind!'

"Milano, wait a minute." Susan cooed, daring to seduce him again, but Milano quickly ran down the stairs, not waiting for the lift to come.

"This seduction won't be a surprise for him anymore. Now, I have to think of something else. Damn it!" Susan cursed these circumstances and her attraction to her own chief. If she had more time, she could prove to him that he only pretended like he wanted to end their relationship. But was Susan right? Did she know Milano like Veronica already knew him?

Dressing up after the failed act of seduction, she turned off the light and in half an hour left the office of 'Romano Industries'. Catching a taxi, she sat in the back seat; in anticipation of the future revenge on an insolent upstart like Veronica. She had her trump card to hurt the future bride of Signore Veneziani.

Trying not to make any noise in his cottage, Milano gently closed the front door in the dark, putting the shoes in the hall and slowly making his way on tiptoe to the wooden stairs. Suddenly he heard the reproachful voice of his younger brother, who was standing near him.

"How do you explain your late arrival at home? Did you already gambol with someone on the desk office?" Lucenzo was rattled. He didn't understand why Milano lived with Veronica, if he was deceiving her. It was so unpleasant to him. He wanted to express everything that had accumulated in his heart today. He wanted to give Milano a big kick in his ass, although he would not have done that earlier.

"Stop it, Lucenzo." Milano quickly interrupted his brother. "There was nothing. Maybe Susan wanted to, but I didn't!"

"Well, of course not!" Lucenzo sardonically repeated for Milano. "It did not happen because I called you! I heard your rapid breathing and I can imagine that..."

"Enough! I said nothing happened." The spring of patience broke again, even though he understood his brother. Milano felt guilty that he couldn't stop Susan and showed her his weakness.

Really, was it so hard for him to say 'no'? Maybe it was. The male nature was willing to impregnate all women and not think about the consequences. But our society was controlling it, admitting the love and legal marriage between the sexes.

"I don't know how you will explain everything to Veronica. I hope she'll understand."

"Where is she?"

"What do you think?" Lucenzo flared. "She is sleeping!"

He abruptly waved a swirl of his long hair and still angry at his brother, he went to his room on the second floor.

Milano silently pondered Lucenzo's words. 'He scolded me for nothing! I didn't want Susan; even my dignity told me the opposite. I did not surrender to the attraction. Or did I?'

Berating himself for his weakness related to women, Milano went upstairs. He opened the door to the room and contemplated in the twilight; the white angel who was lying on the bed and holding in her hand his sketches. Milano was bemused. Veronica was so beautiful that any poem in the world couldn't portray her beauty. Milano's eyes filled with tears.

How could he forget about her so quickly and succumb to Susan's temptations? What motivated him; the fear of losing his macho status or the fear of being absolutely alone? His soul and mind conflicted. He didn't know to what to give his preference.

Yielding to his desire to consider Veronica's features, he leaned forward and placed his hands on either side of her body. Watching her as she dozed and how the muscles of her face moved as she dreamt, Milano was fascinated. She was so helpless, so astonishing, and so pure like a crystal lake. He felt the need to leave Veronica and not defame her; not to denigrate the Angel who tried to wash all his sins off.

He went to the closet and hung the clothes. Milano felt Veronica's foot lightly touch his ankle and sliding down his calf muscle.

She gradually woke up.

"What is the time now?" Veronica asked in a hoarse voice, sensing the presence of her beloved Demon.

"It's late." Milano said thoughtfully, smiling to his Angel.

"Bend to me..." Veronica whispered, while Milano secretly compared her beauty with the beauty of a summer night; diverse and brilliant, like the silver stars.

His emerald eyes froze on her face; a joke played in them as if he knew what his Angel wanted from her Demon. He unquestioningly complied with her request, while Veronica removed the jacket from his tired shoulders and he undid his trousers, being mislaid on his bed.

But Veronica stopped him.

"Wait."

"What is it?" Milano asked her fearfully. His Amazon could guess what happened in the office and could blow his brain today. But maybe Milano needed it?

"Why did you stay at work so late?" Veronica cautiously elicited him, wishing to find the truth in his eyes.

"There were so many business cases to handle, my beautiful girl. I completely forgot about the time, deeply engrossed in the assigned tasks that stood before me. There are so many unfinished architectural projects." Milano answered.

"You are not lying to me?" Veronica asked him with some sadness in her voice, as if she agreed with her heart, which said that he was entangled in lies and probably cheated on her.

"No." Milano gently stroked the skin of his goddess, which was still cold after the evening sleep and needed the warmth of his body. He already wanted her and couldn't resist this.

"Don't break my heart, my love. Don't break!" In the Veronica's voice was heard a plaintive moan as she kissed him and buried her nose in his shirt, like an ostrich in the sand, who didn't want to know and didn't want to hear anything. Veronica lived in the dark just to not feel the pain that still tormented her.

Hearing her sincere words, Milano's heart has forged by a steel hoop. He had lied to Veronica about what happened in the office. But was he right? After all, Milano did it just because he didn't want to be the cause of her unrest. She was pregnant and such revelation could have a negative impact on the health of their child. So, he decided not to tell Veronica about Susan's sexual harassment.

Realizing that she will not achieve anything from Milano in a forthright conversation, Veronica got up from the bed and cleaned her sketches out of it.

"Wait, I want to see." Milano asked her, taking her slim wrist and gently dragging Veronica to himself. Veronica allowed him to look at some of her models that were still in the process of working out the details. "You are talented!" He praised her work, making sure that all the pictures were perfect. "But you still shouldn't do it because I will always provide for you."

"Thank you for your candor. I didn't think you'd say otherwise." Veronica snorted, stowing her drawings in a folder and putting it on the dresser.

"I didn't want to hurt you, sweetie." Milano went back to his goddess and gently gave her a big hug. She had to take this gesture as a prayer for the forgiveness of his old mistakes.

"I thought so." Veronica told him with a smile, leaning back to Milano and accepting his apologies. He lightly bit her pink ear with his teeth and caressed it with his tongue, feeling how she shuddered, fully relaxing in his arms. Putting his Amazon on his shoulder and hearing her quiet laughter, Milano carried her to the soft bed.

Placing Veronica on the bed like a treasure, Milano covered her with his body.

"How I can tutor myself to be more patient?" He mumbled when his manhood clung to her soft genitals and already wanted to break free. His body sent him a signal to forget everything and follow his lust.

Veronica was half asleep and didn't understand his words, therefore she surrendered her inner feelings that were similar to those when you fly in a dream in space and your soul is between the worlds.

"I want to rip your dress!" Milano blurted out at that moment.

"Please have pity on my dress." Veronica slightly puffed out her lips. Milano laughed.

"Did you mean - have pity on me?"

Milano raised her dress to her knees and started to lightly tickle her skin and run his fingertips over her body, forward and backward. Veronica groaned again, taking in everything that her man was giving her.

"I know how this affects you." Milano hemmed, while his hands, as hosts, made their way higher and higher, picking up Veronica clothes until he saw her underwear. He licked his lips, bowing down his head and kissing every exposed spot of her hips, till he reached her delicious entrance. Veronica fully entrusted her soul to the Demon, who had captured the Angel lost in his Hell.

"I missed you." Milano confessed to her, exposing the body of his Amazon and slowly removing her panties. "This pink silk underwear, by the way, couldn't have been more befitting, my Queen. Wow, what I'll do to you now!"

"Mino, I don't think I'm ready... and..."

The flow of Veronica words stopped when Milano's playful tongue warmed up her front passage, going deeper into its depths and searching for the treasure in there in the form of moisture. Veronica groaned more, clutching his hair and swinging under his inrush and his look. Milano's dark crown bent to her genitals, hiding what he was doing to her body and it excited her more than anything else. She had already moved to the top of ecstasy.

Veronica loved everything that her beloved man made for her. She didn't feel like some kind of a saucy minx anymore, like the first time they met and she could give him everything that he wanted.

Reaching her orgasm, Veronica scratched Milano's skin through his shirt, dying away in his seizures. Milano grinned at her usual habit of leaving marks on him.

Not giving her any breathing space, he slowly penetrated her body, starting to make long, dynamic and excruciating thrusts and forcing Veronica to hold his back. She quickly removed his clothes, applying ingenuity in this.

"Milano... Please take it easy... I'll scream!" Veronica moaned, suggesting that her feminine power will soon run out. She wasn't in power to rule her emotions and her reactions; her previous orgasm made her weak.

"Scream, babe! I told you that I had the walls soundproofed and Lucenzo can't hear my loud wailing during nightmares. Hence, he won't hear you as well."

"I'll try to heal you from your nightmares and destroy all your Demons. I promise you." Veronica vowed, kissing the wrinkle on Milano's forehead as his breath tickled her neck and brought her skin extra relief from fatigue.

Milano continued to enter her hot, tensed body, as Veronica's screams sounded across the room. She lay under him, conquered by the ecstasy and resting among the crumpled sheets. Milano didn't stop looking at his Amazon, wondering where this passion would lead them. Would this lead to a beautiful life which was full of love or to a life where there will only be misunderstanding, disappointment and jealousy?

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Author's Note: 2602 words

Copyright © OlgaGOA

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Lovely readers, what's up?

I'm so sorry for making you waiting new chapter so much, but I had kind of busy days with my work and editing another books. Hope you are not so angry at me and understand :)

So Susan makes things worse between Milano and Veronica. Ya? How do you think why Milano can't fire Susan? Does she knows something that no one knows, uh? ;) And what that awful witch prepared for Veronica? Something cruel?

Demon as always uses sex to calm his Angel but could he do it all time? Sometimes sex tricks are not always working and a man have to act in another way to keep his girl with him. But what way Milano will choose to make Veronica stay with him? ;)

I'm waiting your opinion, ladies and gentlemen.

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FATEFUL ITALIAN PASSION 2 OST ♪: Sunlounger feat Zara - Talk to Me

This song will show you of sad part of MILANICA's relationships

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Lyrics:

Can you hear me
Can you feel me

Can you hear me
I can't hear you

Can you hear me when I'm whispering softly to you
Can you feel me when I'm standing across the room from you

Can you hear me when I'm whispering softly to you
I can't hear you when I'm standing across the room from you

Talk to me
I wanna know your dreams
Talk to me
Tell me everything and everything

Talk to me
I wanna know your dreams
Talk to me
Tell me everything and everything

Can you hear me when I'm whispering softly to you
Can you feel me when I'm standing across the room from you

Can you hear me when I'm whispering softly to you
I can't hear you when I'm standing across the room from you

Talk to me
I wanna know your dreams
Talk to me
Tell me everything and everything

Talk to me
I wanna know your dreams
Talk to me
Tell me everything and everything
That's real