Continuation of chapter 4.1

"Milano..." Veronica pronounced, feeling her Demon's crown on her chest and his kisses, easy like feathers. "You came... I thought you didn't care."

He was outraged by her words. "What are you babbling about? How could you think like that?"

"I don't know. You're immersed in your business and you no longer pay attention to me... You're thinking of leaving me, right?" Veronica asked him sadly.

Milano still tried to be calm.

"Veronica, I don't understand. You don't like it when I am calm and you don't like it when I'm violent. I don't know how to behave anymore..." He scratched his head, puzzled.

Veronica looked at her Demon, perplexed. Milano was absolutely right. She didn't know what she wanted from him. Perhaps pregnancy had made her a hysterical woman who nagged her man for his disregard.

"Okay, forget about it!" Milano waved his hand. "I actually came to talk about our wedding."

Veronica stared. She had thought that Milano wanted to get rid of her, not drag this heavy burden all his life. Turned out, it was the opposite. He wanted to talk about their marriage.

"Don't look at me like that, Veronica. It's true." Milano bowed. "We should do this as soon as possible so that people wouldn't whisper in the corners when they see your belly. If wedding ceremonies are tedious for you, it can be omitted." He said, though he hoped that she wouldn't refuse it.

"No. I'm all for it. But if you're not happy about it..." Veronica shouted, vigorously throwing her arms up and then dropping them down.

Milano began to get angry. "Damn it, Veronica! Again, you annoy me."

"As if you don't..." Veronica snorted, despite the fact that her whole body ached with fatigue.

"Oh, such a stubborn Amazon..." Milano told her with a smirk, touching the tip of her nose. Veronica shyly lowered her head.

"Where's Francesca? She was with me when I fainted..." Veronica recalled.

"Wait!" Milano suddenly stopped her in mid-sentence. "You fainted? What the fuck! No one told me that!" He raised his voice.

"Probably because they were afraid of your anger..." Veronica burst out laughing, still not able to believe that Milano flew home from work so fast and now sat next to her, gently stroking her waist. It was some sort of fantasy, bordering with reality. It was like a fairy tale.

"Probably..." He grinned, agreeing with his earth goddess. "Do you feel better now?" He put a palm on her forehead, checking her temperature.

"Thank you, Milano. I'm feeling well. Oh, God! I completely forgot that I didn't do any chores!"

"You shouldn't get up, Veronica..." Milano ordered her, frowning. "You have to stay in bed until you recover. So, try to clear your mind and relax. If necessary, Francesca can cook for today. I'll make sure Gloria is here tomorrow to assist you in everything. She is a housekeeper at my parents' house and my ex-nanny. She is a reliable person."

Veronica buried her head in Milano's shirt, smiling at his controlling of her actions. It meant she was wrong to think that he didn't notice her and didn't care about her. She was wrong about his feelings, especially now, as his fingers crept under her cotton blanket and crawled in the right direction. She moaned, feeling Milano's palm on her entrance.

Hearing her excited moan, Milano stood above Veronica.

"When you're such a rebel, I want to expose you to sex, knocking you down. But I'm guarding you and our baby. Got it?"

"Oh Jesus!" Veronica chuckled. "Is there any part in your brain that is not filled with thoughts about sex?"

"I think sex is my addiction..." Milano mumbled, chaffing his nose near her neck. "Can I gift you something special?"

"Like what?"

Milano quickly got out of bed and locked his room. Reaching Veronica's feet, he slowly began to raise her blanket to see her bare, slender legs. Veronica squeaked, feeling his hands on the sensitive area between her thighs.

"Pleasure recovers people, trust me. Only sex saved me when I couldn't imagine a life after breaking up with the old Italian woman." Milano's avowal sounded without joy. He was subdued.

"She never loved you and she wanted only your body. When you realize that, Milano, you will be free from that pain." Veronica lifted his chin and looked into his doleful eyes fixedly. He had to believe her sincere words and stop looking at the past. He had to live on.

Milano saved his breath and followed his desires. He continued to raise Veronica's nightgown, knowing that his Amazon won't succumb to his sex tricks. She already melted in his arms, like clay in a potter's hands. He was the greatest master and she was a slave to his beautiful art.

"Mino..." Veronica croaked, while her man gave all the colors of delight.

"My little chocolate, be patient. You haven't warmed up..." Milano noticed. His tongue continued to torment her entrance and as an artist, delineated every graceful line of it. Veronica caught the pillow with her teeth, unable to cope with what her seductive Demon did to her.

"Oh, please..." Her entreaty was so appealing that Milano gave up quickly. Soon Veronica's intimate place vibrated from the intense orgasm, giving all its vehemence to Milano's tongue. A satisfied grin reappeared on his face.

"Thank you, my darling. It was indescribable!" Hugging Milano, Veronica exclaimed.

"I am happy that you feel much better." He shared his thoughts, continuing to hug his goddess.

"I'd like to get some fresh air." Veronica lifted herself slightly from the bed to stand up, but Milano didn't let her.

"Veronica you might lose the baby if you don't follow the doctor's orders and stay in bed. So, you better wait before you take any trips."

"Okay..." Her voice jingled like glass. "I will obediently stay at home."

"Nicky, tell me frankly. Why were you eating so badly? Why did you want to bring yourself to this condition? Why?" Milano was subdued.

"I felt like dying every day, when you slept alone in that armchair. You came home late and you didn't touch me anymore. Admit it. You have another woman, right? If so, then I'll go..."

"I'm not deceiving you, damn it! You have to believe me!" Milano sharply interrupted her. "All the more you won't run away from me, crazy girl! Francesca told me everything about your indisposition. So now, you will be under my supervision. Think of it as tyranny or despotism, but I'm going to force you if you don't listen to me. I will make you for sure. Here, you'll see. Milano Veneziani never loses!"

Veronica snickered, going back to bed. "Sounds ominous..."

"You were supposed to know this trait of my personality." Milano replied her with tension in his voice.

"I know." Veronica raised her eyes to look at Milano and smiled slightly at what she read in them. This Demon wouldn't let her go anywhere, even if she wished it. He will follow her wherever she goes, because she was his life's way.

Hugging his neck, Veronica touched Milano's lips with a swan's grace. And to her delight, Milano didn't reject her, but moved closer to her, sharing his beautiful kiss with his lady.

His passion was always so dangerous. She always burnt in his fire, like a mere matchstick. Her feelings didn't belong to her. They decided everything for her.

Hearing the low moan of Milano, Veronica's mouth broke away from his lips.

"Why did you interrupt the kiss?" Milano mumbled, trying to kiss his fairy again and held her tightly in his embraces.

"Because I know the result of such a kiss..." She laughed, despite how bad she felt a few hours ago. Milano's arrival raised her mood in seconds; she began to feel alive again.

"Don't be afraid, sunny. Nothing will happen..." Milano said, running his index finger over her chin. "No sex today. The doctor's taboo."

"Well, if that's so, then hold me tight, honey."

Milano lay down next to Veronica, embracing her as she wanted. Veronica fidgeted for a long time in bed, not knowing how to lie more comfortably, until she laid her head and palms on his chest, stretching herself out under the blanket. She was amused that Milano endured everything and didn't show any displeasure at her annoying movements in the bed. Today, he was a totally different Milano Veneziani. He was a really affectionate man.

"So, is it comfortable for you now?" Milano wondered with a hem.

"Yep." Veronica smiled at him, starting to unbutton his t-shirt and gliding down his tough biceps. Milano widened his eyes. He couldn't let this end as another mad sex date with Veronica due to her condition. He immediately stopped her hand.

"Nicky. I said, this is forbidden."

"You're such a fool to not understand one thing: when you're around, I don't need sex. Just by lying down with you, my condition is improving rapidly." Veronica tittered.

"As I think it's impossible to build a relationship with me, I like to spoil and break everything. I'm worthless, dear." Milano's heavy sigh talked about his inner insecurity. He wanted to be the perfect man, no matter how arrogant he looked on the outside.

"You just have to believe that you are capable of a lot more." Veronica raised her head and slightly smiled at him.

"You will be disappointed in me, Nicky. You love the image you have created of me. The real Milano is much worse. He is more heartless, more abnormal and more frustrating than me, fake.

"You're not a fake!" Veronica didn't agree with him, even if Milano tried to convince her otherwise. Did he see his future only in dark colors? Did he have such low self-esteem?

"You will see..." He muttered to her.

"You will stop being such a stubborn man by then."

Milano laughed, listening to Veronica's clever words. She was definitely unique and incredibly smart. He could only dream about such a woman. And here, she appeared in his life. Now Milano needed to make the effort to not screw up everything.

"Kiss me..." Veronica whispered, looking into the eyes of her beloved and trying to find some hints of deep feelings in it.

"Your reply on it will be the death of my body." Milano was cunning. He ran his hands over her silky hair and moved to her little ears.

"But I want to." Veronica asked him with pleading eyes.

Milano didn't upset her by refusing, he gently turned Veronica on her back. He sweetly kissed her chin and then her slender neck and Veronica was immediately covered with an easy languor of forgotten sensations. She let her fingers dive into Milano's thick curls, again to feel his closeness. Her steep thighs clasped his strong torso and Milano immediately tensed. His dignity nestled in her small cave and never wanted to leave. Veronica's motions told him about closer contact. She didn't give up.

"Nicky," he growled. "You don't understand what you have done with my body."

Veronica giggled. The dignity of her man strongly pulsed near her hip.

"You don't like to listen to me, my naughty one... yeah?" He spoke with a sexy note in his voice.

Veronica reddened, knowing how right her man was.

"I don't know why it happened, but for almost three months I didn't sleep with you. So, don't mock me. I beg of you. You have to understand it." Such frank conversation was very hard for Milano. He was rarely so sincere in the company of a girl like Veronica.

"Go and pull someone else's leg, not mine!" Veronica confronted him. "You're so obsessed with sex and I don't think that you were faithful to me..."

"That's the damn truth, Veronica! Trust me, for fuck's sake!"

"Well, well, well. Don't boil, my tiger." Veronica patted him on the shoulder, extinguishing his irritation. "Then how did you survive all these months?"

"I masturbated." Milano blushed a little bit, opening up to Veronica about his male secrets. He never was shy when talking to his girlfriends about it, but Veronica radically changed his nature and his behavior.

"So you satisfied yourself?" Veronica bit her lip, immediately imagining how hot it would look from her side. Milano absolutely spoiled her in terms of morality.

He nodded his head, without looking up at Veronica.

"Oh, you are a rascal!" Veronica let out a laugh, patting her man's earlobe.

"Don't flirt with me, cara. Don't provoke me to possess your body, despite what your doctor said..." Milano barked. "I have to go cool off in the shower."

"Hope you don't freeze the special limb of your body!" Veronica joked, lightly slapping Milano's ass. He scolded her with reproach in his eyes.

"Nika..."

"What? I'm your rascal, right?" Winking at him, Veronica burst out laughing. Milano slid a hand over her cheek. Cursing, he immediately left the room.

Soon returning to the bedroom after a cold shower, Milano sat on the bed, silently watching his goddess as she watched him. He had already dreamt of his future life with the amazing, but wrangled Amazon, but something kept Milano from taking the step to link his fate with Veronica. His consciousness told him that he would be making a mistake if he allowed Veronica to enter into his long-held rigmarole of philandering and change everything at her will. He was convinced that it won't end well and it would turn into the worst nightmare. But still, his inner voice forced Milano to follow Veronica, be next to her, and believe that she was the only person who was capable of coping up with him; be close to the person whose character and personality drew him to her. Maybe Milano was just a coward, afraid of the new feelings that could destroy his deceitful sex castle, the one without any commitment, constructed by him.

'Sink or swim.' Milano concluded, daring to take such a big risk.

Someone quietly knocked at his door, drawing him away from his thoughts.

"Milano, Veronica, can we come inside?" Lucenzo asked quietly, standing at the door of his brother's room with Francesca.

"Of course, come in." Veronica replied, straightening the long blanket that she lay under. Milano too tucked into it and gently covered his Amazon with a plaid. Veronica felt an extra burst of energy from her Demon while he so diligently cared for her.

"You look better..." Francesca shared her observations, as she went in, studying the state of her friend. "But I don't even want to think that it is thanks to Milano!"

Veronica showed her only a stretched smile.

Lucenzo lightly caressed Francesca's shoulder, as if telling her that he wasn't happy with quarrels in their home. He didn't like to hear accusations against his older brother, even if they came from the lips of his girlfriend.

"Did I say something wrong?" Francesca followed with a murderous look, from Lucenzo to Milano and then to Veronica. She was slightly taken aback by Lucenzo's behavior. He wasn't protecting her now.

"Fra!" Lucenzo tilted his head to the right, as if urging his favorite woman to cool down. Although he knew that she was absolutely not in the mood today, because of Veronica's fainting.

"Francesca is right, Lucenzo. I am the cause of Veronica's condition." Milano spoke firmly, rising up from the bed where Veronica was lying and already thinking about leaving the room.

"No, Milano! Wait! Come here and sit alongside me." Veronica called out to him, slapping her hand on the bed, over the spot next to her.

"But, Veronica. You must take care of the baby. Milano has a fair point!" Francesca urged her, putting her hands on her hips and sternly gathering her brows.

"Exactly!" Milano continued for Francesca. "Cara, listen to me. I'll give you some freedom for the next few days. I'm going to Spain. My construction project was approved and a residential building will soon be built in Barcelona. There's a perfect landscape, and the detailed view will satisfy all the preferences, but I need to check it out..." Milano wanted to finish, but understood that he wouldn't succeed. He heard the disgruntled cry of his shrew fallow deer, who was clearly against his ideas.

"All of you! Stop deciding for me, damn it!" Veronica yelled at them, while Lucenzo and Francesca looked at her, totally perplexed.

Only Milano understood Veronica. Over the couple of months of living with her, he studied his goddess's character very well. He gave a sugary smile, occasionally batting his black eyelashes.

"Take off that smirk from your pretty face. You're playing along with them!" Veronica rebelled against the trio, flailing her arms in different directions. Milano suddenly burst out laughing, clutching his stomach.

"Now I understand why you are together. You look like a set of temperamental twins." Lucenzo smiled, occasionally looking at Veronica and then at Milano. They really were like two tongues of flame which couldn't be stopped if they showed their true strength.

"Your discernment, brother, as always, is beyond all praise!" Milano chortled at Lucenzo's wittiness and his knowledge of the relationships within the family and outside of it.

"And I'm the wicked witch who is the one against Milano." Francesca told them offensively, puffing out her lips and looking at her friends, who smiled at her in response.

"Fra, dear. You are the light of our lives!" Veronica put her word, supporting her Italian friend who was like her own sister. "We owe you a lot, my dear."

"And I love you too..." Francesca told Veronica, walking towards her and warmly squeezing her hand. "I'm so glad you're feeling better, sweetie. I need to do some cooking now. I have my hands full!"

Francesca put her arms akimbo.

"I remember your cooking. I have tasted just pasta all these months, even I am fed up with it totally." Lucenzo ironically uttered, razzing his beautiful fiancée. Francesca gasped, playfully brandishing her fists at Lucenzo and pounding his sturdy chest. Lucenzo grabbed her elbows and kissed each of them with special passion. Francesca immediately calmed down, despite the feelings that raged inside her, like hot blood in veins. She easily coped with them.

"Bene. We will go and cook something for you to eat." Francesca grinned, taking Lucenzo by his hand and leading him out of Milano's bedroom. Lucenzo laughed, understanding why she pushed him out. Milano and Veronica needed their space.

"We will be waiting..." Veronica agreed, happily looking at her beautiful Demon, who stood at the door and drove Francesca and Lucenzo out.

"Okay. We'll be back in half an hour, lovely doves. But if you hurt Nike, Milano, you will get it in the eye!" Francesca threatened Milano with her fist and locked the door behind her.

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How are you all? I hope you are doing great! Did you enjoy this funny and also emotional chapter #FIP2? So Milano starts to change at last. Yes? Or you still have some doubts about his behaviour towards our Angelic Veronica?

How do you think - their relationships will change for good or for bad?

Anyway we will know it soon.

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FATEFUL ITALIAN PASSION 2 OST ♪: Joyce Wrice - Ain't No Need

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
You seem a little jaded, boy
I hope I can help you relax that mind
The hell are you worried for
All I wanna do is give us a try

[Chorus]
Ain't no need to be shy
It doesn't need to be right
As long as we say it's right
Ain't no need (ain't no need)
Ain't no need (ain't no need)

[Verse 2]
Tried love once, didn't really work out
But I learned it takes time
So don't think this is never gonna work out
We've got nothing but time

[Chorus]
Ain't no need to be shy
It doesn't need to be right
As long as we say it's right
Ain't no need (ain't no need)
Ain't no need (ain't no need)