by Olga GOA
“I was too young, Alessandro, and naive. If I were cautious, nothing would have happened...” Gabriela Veneziani said quietly to her husband, sniffling.
“Gabi!” Alessandro Veneziani got angry, hearing his wife till the end. Her words were harsh to his ears, and he exploded. “Do you admit that you wanted an abortion, and I forced you to marry me?”
“Why do you think like that?!” Gabriella Veneziani squeaked as her husband grabbed her elbow painfully as if to show her how her words hurt him. “I mean, we had to plan everything...”
“Yeah, but you never did the math when you climbed into my bed...” Alessandro Veneziani smirked, recalling the maiden passion of young Gabriela. “Yet we were incompetent in this matter. But our hormones won…”
“We were so unreasonable that we couldn’t admit our mistakes. I didn’t believe you’d marry me for love, and I thought you’d leave me right after the wedding!” Gabriela Veneziani emotionally gesticulated, discovering her girlish worries.
“To be honest, I didn’t want children either,” Alessandro Veneziani admitted before his wife. He also had dark thoughts about his cloudy future. “Anyway, I wasn’t the last freak on the Earth not to take responsibility for my actions... I fell in love with you and understood that I would have a wife and a son, and they need me…”
“Did you fall in love with me at that time?” Gabriela Veneziani’s face lit with a smile because of her husband’s confession. “And you didn’t marry me just to save your family’s honor?”
“Never doubt my love!” Alessandro Veneziani blamed his wife for her disbelief, frowning. “Although you’re right, we didn’t work out the way we planned.”
“I have no regrets, Alessandro... Especially as I gave birth to our dearest Milano…” Gabriela Veneziani avowed sincerely. “I love him very much. How do I get my son’s love back?”
“How do I get it back as well?!” Alessandro Veneziani lamented about his son’s attitude toward him and his wife. “He claims that I always saw money in him! But he’s wrong! I only wanted Milano to be an independent man! After all, he is our lonely child who can make a living without anyone’s help. That is outstanding!” He was proud of Milano without a doubt.
“I think we both are guilty if we didn’t show Milano our real feelings and pretend not to have noticed his hate. We must return his love! Maybe even to follow his tastes, for example...” Gabriela Veneziani was amused like she found the easiest way to regain the love of her elder son.
“To follow Milano’s tastes is to take the train’s brakes off!” Alessandro Veneziani didn’t agree with her, clicking his tongue. “We just get to know his fiancée Veronica better and bring Milano closer to us with this,” he decided, carefully grasping his wife’s forearm and showing her his attention. Then he went on. “Do you see how aggressive he is? Only with Veronica―he is kind and calm. You noticed that before the wedding started. We underestimate Veronica’s qualities; she is a very good and strong woman, and can fight with him on equal! I already respect her for that. She will be able to change our Milano.”
“I do not know…” Gabriela Veneziani mused owing to her husband’s approval of Veronica. “But you should talk to her and not waste our time.”
“Of course, my love,” Alessandro Veneziani said, ready to negotiate with Veronica. “But don’t forget―Veronica is pregnant, Gabi. If you are going to talk to her as well, try not to upset her. She is carrying our grandchild,” he finished their conversation with his wife, kissing her, and headed towards the guests, intending to find his elder son’s bride-to-be.
~ CHAPTER 15 ~
The Destruction of Hopes
Noticing that Veronica and Milano were not among the crowd, Alessandro Veneziani decided to postpone the conversation with Veronica and chat with his relatives instead. He didn’t particularly wish to disturb his son’s fiancée exactly now―for Alessandro Veneziani, it was not a matter of particular importance. He supposed that the issue could wait. Of course, he understood that his wife was right that they had to check on anyone who wanted to be part of their wealthy family, but somehow he believed his seventh sense which told him―Veronica was a special girl.
Alessandro Veneziani convinced his wife Gabriela to believe in Veronica’s sincerity for a reason―he felt intuitively that Veronica decided to get married to Milano since she knew him much better than his parents. He saw that Veronica was fully aware of what was going on, despite the vulnerability during her pregnancy. Anyway, Alessandro Veneziani was not carried away by Veronica’s personality, but was only worried and frightened for her. He was the only one who witnessed the consequences of Milano’s mental disorder. Alessandro Veneziani did not want to involve Veronica in it―it was not easy handling Milano’s bipolarity.
No matter what psychologists Alessandro Veneziani hired for his son, it was useless while Milano laid in a private clinic. Without doubt, it was quite naïve for Alessandro Veneziani to think pitifully like that about Veronica; thanks to her, Milano was able to get cured. However, Veronica needed help, considering her delicate condition, and Alessandro Veneziani was ready to be a good father-in-law for her. He planned at the same time to convince his eldest son Milano to take medication for a more intensive recovery. Alessandro Veneziani believed that he and Veronica together would help Milano. But whether Alessandro Veneziani was right about this or not? Time will tell…
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Meanwhile, as Alessandro Veneziani conversed with his relatives, his wife Gabriela got acquainted with a new guest, Signora Carmela Vetrova. Gabriela Veneziani’s assistant, Gloria, presented Signora Carmela Vetrova to her as Veronica’s distant relative.
Gabriela Veneziani looked at Carmela condescendingly as she recently looked at Veronica, and probably, she was prejudiced against people. And was it the right thing for her? As Gabriela Veneziani discoursed, Signora Vetrova and Veronica cannot be trusted, because she only met them today and didn’t know them well enough. Gabriela Veneziani believed that a woman’s true colors could be seen only through her action and not words because lies can mask the truth. However, there was every possibility that Gabriela Veneziani wouldn’t be impartial toward Veronica’s actions due to her possessive love to Milano. Only wisdom, learned over the years, could help Signora Veneziani to see the beautiful nature of Veronica and understand her.
Unlike her mother, who met Veronica’s relatives, Daniela didn’t want to babble with anyone except Bianca. Milano’s passion for Veronica was a difficult thing to accept for her, and she supported only her friend Bianca to become her sister-in-law. Daniela’s unfair treatment to Veronica was determined by her inability to identify people by their actions. She wasn’t experienced enough to behold what Bianca wanted―Bianca had that same wish as well as Susan.
Like Susan, Bianca was spoiled from the inside and only dreamed about plenty of money. She didn’t wish to sort out any of Milano’s problems; the position in society and wealth were the first vital things for her. Her head didn’t include a thought that Milano’s aggression had a reason, and she had to take care of him. Bianca was pretty out of it―she was not only thinking about how much jewelry she bought; she dreamed of joining Milano’s family. Even though she said she loved Milano, her love was determined by the size of his wallet. She was the complete opposite of Veronica and Francesca who truly loved their men. Bianca would have never sacrificed herself the way they could. That is why Bianca wasn’t able to catch a man like Milano in her traps. Most likely, imminent failure is waiting for her. But was she ready to give up so quickly?
***
Away from the bustle of the celebration, Milano patiently waited for Veronica on the second floor of his large cottage. He found out from Gloria that Veronica had gone to freshen up in the ladies’ room while he was talking to his parents. Milano profited on her absence because he already missed his fiancée and decided to celebrate their engagement in his unique way. But, of course, Veronica had no idea what was on Milano’s mind.
As she finished c
leaning herself up, Veronica smiled at her reflection in the mirror. She opened the door of the ladies’ room and involuntarily gasped upon noticing her sexy Milano. He could suddenly appear next to her like a warlock, and Veronica was always amazed by Milano’s unpredictability.
“Did you primp yourself for me?” Milano grinned from ear to ear, scanning Veronica’s external changes. He noticed on his fairy’s lips a pink glitter and light makeup on her pretty face. Milano mostly loved the naturalness of a woman, but he didn’t mind Veronica’s transformation.
Milano liked the way Veronica highlighted her deep eyes with eyeliner and her sensual lips―with glitter. He desired to taste her sweet glitter so much, but unfortunately, Veronica interrupted his thoughts.
“Well, not for the Pope of Rome, Milano!” Veronica wittingly teased her Demon, attempting to sneak past him. However, Milano instantly stopped her while standing in front of Veronica. He was leaning her carefully against the ladies’ room wall.
Milano was wondering if his fiancée could use her feminine wiles―will she step upon his foot, or will she come up with something else. After all, he was aware of Veronica’s amusement about such games, while sometimes she was an initiator of this playing.
However, Veronica did not particularly like to dominate Milano; she gave everything into the hands of her fantastic celestial.
“Let’s go to the garden. Francesca and Lucenzo will be looking for us…” Veronica shared her worries with Milano, turning her head in different directions as if she expected to see the newlyweds.
“I saw Francesca and Lucenzo talking to their friends,” Milano informed her in a deep voice. “Come on, baby,” he chuckled, putting his arm around Veronica’s waist and pulling her closer to him. “Everyone enjoys wine and food, dancing and groping their mistresses or wives... So stop pretending to be a bashful girl!” Milano snorted, sensing her satin lips with his hungry mouth and enjoying her submission. He has sought to drink her lips nectar to the bottom.
“How many times are we going to have sex, huh? Basta!”[37] Veronica broke the kiss, stepping away. She was probably hoping she could calm his growing sexual hunger.
“My little shine, but what else have we to do? You were born for sex, periodic and unearthly, and were created to do it only with me...” Milano continued to sneer, observing Veronica’s prude actions. He believed that Veronica needed to avoid her role as a princess, and at last, become his real seductress.
Opening the ladies’ room, Milano pushed Veronica inside and followed her; he closed the wooden door behind them. He breathed in the subtle scent of Veronica’s perfume and was stunned. The citrus notes of her aroma simply stupefied him, and he was ready to begin their desperate sex.
Not daring to extinguish the flaring furnace in his body, Milano glued Veronica’s full hips to the toilet-table, and his hands began to wander around her rounded belly. He massaged specific points on her body to arouse Veronica, and this act mainly affected her. Veronica was panting from passion, her fingers desperately holding the edge of the toilet-table. She wanted to continue, and the swaying of her hips urged Milano to move on.
“Oh, shit!” Veronica moaned, chewing her lip, when Milano took off her panties, touching her erogenous zones. The realization of how Milano wouldn’t stop but would give her all his tenderness captured her more and more. Her lust and love fed on vivid images of nirvana, Veronica increasingly relaxed in the hands of her Demon.
“You stopped being inhibited by your modesty. I like it, Veronica,” Milano sang, kissing his goddess gently behind her ear and sliding his lips to her neck. “Guide me... Tell me what to do.”
“Why do you ask then? You know my body by heart!” Veronica whispered, feeling that Milano’s hands wouldn’t leave the area of her skin that warmed her up.
“If you don’t tell, my fingers will stay only in one place…” Milano hemmed, not allowing Veronica’s hands to undress him. He wanted to be the master of that situation.
Veronica could only swim in her sweet languor when Milano’s index fingers drew a variety of lines below her navel and made Veronica melt. Goosebumps covered her skin; she was drowning in a whirlpool of emotions, in which Milano’s caresses dipped her.
“Do you want to have an orgasm just by my touch?” Milano asked Veronica with a smile, confirming his intentions for her.
“Of course I do,” Veronica croaked, feeling her whole body tensed. She no longer belonged to herself. She barely tolerated the build-up of an orgasm that came from Milano’s skillful hands. Her hips pushed the white vanity, her hands began to shake. Her modesty was disappearing in communion with Milano’s based on the language of creative sex.
Like a professional, Milano did everything with accent, when and where to caress the vulnerable spots on Veronica’s body. Adding other fingers, he brought his lovely Angel to the light of exhaustion.
“Milano... Milano... Milano!” Veronica randomly repeated the name of her beloved, when he painted circles on her stomach with his skillful fingers. Milano easily touched the inner parts of her full thighs, driving Veronica wild.
Reaching Veronica’s erotic intimate place, resembling an orchid’s petals, Milano inserted his middle finger. He allowed his goddess to get used to his invasion and waited her for her body’s response for a while. He seemed to check how excited his Amazon was and whether she was ready for him by pressing the known G-spot. Milano gradually started to massage the sensitive mound, which was above Veronica’s entrance, and influenced it very hard. This bundle of nerves began to spread the energy vibes and was pulsating from that moment.
“Tell me to enter you, Veronica,” he said with a low growl, ordering Veronica to do so. He carefully kissed Veronica’s face outline, still sliding his finger inside her intimate orchid.
“Yes... Please...” Veronica moaned, feeling the orgasm cover her buttocks. Her body was ready to experience the sensations closer to bliss.
“Ow! What happened to my ever-fighting Amazon?” Milano wondered; his eyebrows shot up. “You obeyed me perfectly. It is worthy of praise, quanto sei gnocca.[38] Take off my trousers... Faster...” He breathed instructions to his Amazon. He didn’t release her hips from his grip.
And Veronica did not hesitate. She undid his leather belt, still blushing from her courage, and lowered his pants down with his briefs. Looking into the eyes of her hot Demon, Veronica gently ran her fingers over his manhood, noticing how Milano became agitated. Veronica felt him move in her hand once more as if instructing her not to stop and keep stroking his big penis.
Veronica repeated her act several times, and Milano could no longer stand it. He put Veronica on the while toilet-table pondering about the pose to use right there.
“Cara! You are incomparable to any of my ex-women!” Milano admired Veronica; he wasn’t flattering her this time. He had nothing terrible in his mind by telling her that she was better than all ex-mistresses.
However, Veronica did not understand what he meant, and expressed herself with her special female logic.
“One more word about exes and I’ll hit you in the head!” she snapped, slapping him on the shoulder.
Milano gave the ladies’ room a reverberation of his laugh.
“I adore you whenever you’re angry, my lioness,” Milano tittered as his hands began to caress Veronica’s lavish bosom. His fingers lightly touched her nipples and stroked them back and forth, drawing Veronica closer to his broad chest. Her body, like Milano’s, burned with all the fires of desire.
“Veronica...” Milano uttered, wheezing. He pierced Veronica’s chocolate eyes with his blue-green ones and felt excited. He could feel her hands guiding his penis to her entrance, which gently wrapped around his shaft’s thickness.
Milano growled like a lion as Veronica’s intimate petals squeezed the tip of his manhood and plunged him deeper into their warm humidity.
“Oh, God...” Veronica murmured, and then dug into Milano’s coveted lips, firmly hugging his neck.
Milano
held his beloved goddess in place and started to take her over to the dressing table. He began his constant and rapid rhythm of deep thrusts, moving his whole body to Veronica’s. Milano wanted to hear what she wanted.
“You’re going to tell me how to be in you, honey,” Milano told Veronica. “It’ll amplify your orgasm. Don’t be silent…”
“It doesn’t matter, Milano, whatever you do… I still feel the high flight of my body...” Veronica replied softly while he never ceased to give her intimate flower intense pleasure. “Lean back,” he murmured into her ear and sighed. She obeyed, and clutched to him harder as she felt him plunge deeper into her still.
From his practical but bossy instructions, Veronica fell into the ocean of ecstasy that electrified all the cells of her body. Not suffering for long on the sweet bliss Veronica soared higher in her long flight.
Milano grunted, receiving his best prize―his intense orgasm. He kept pushing into Veronica until his hot fountain dried up in her flower’s petals. He was pleased that Veronica didn’t complain at all about sex; she quietly accepted his male nature. Milano witnessed she coped with the last splashes of her ecstasy as her walls pulsated around his manhood.
When it was all over, Milano took the soft paper napkins and gently cleaned Veronica’s intimate place. He wetted one of his hands and then gently washed her body with it. From such intimacy, Veronica’s color drained from her face, since no one washed her like that.
“I’ll take you to my room so that you can sleep. I made you weary...” Milano told her tenderly, wiping her gorgeous body and putting her panties on. Milano observed the tiredness in Veronica when she yawned widely.
“Thanks, my caring fiancé. I hope that’s all for today,” Veronica burst out laughing, teasing him a little. “Who’s going to introduce me to your friends?”
“I’ll introduce you... but later…” Milano barked because Veronica’s teasing displeased him. “You’re only at the wedding because of me, not for my friends. My friends are mostly men, but you know how jealous I am. So think about what I will do with them if—”
