The next morning Veronica woke up because hearing some noise in Milano's bedroom. Being curious at what was going on, the girl opened her eyes slowly. Today Milano was putting on his usual black suit to his work, and Veronica's breezing seized at that sight. After all, it was one of his sexiest garments, and Milano knew how his image could affect woman's desire. Especially, the desire of his Amazon.

And his trick succeeded. Veronica was so anxious to embrace Milano, or even better to warm herself with him in soft bed, and for a moment to show him that he was just for her, at least for that time until he wasn't gone and his presence was still so realistic.

Milano was looking blankly into his laptop, checking graphic drawings, which he made, with photos of buildings which were already being built based on his layout. Buttoning his pants and noticing Veronica's quiet movements on his bed, the Italian smiled widely.

His immodest thoughts raced immediately. Milano rapidly closed his laptop, looking at his Amazon with a special fervor.

'What the hell!? Milano thought. I can't handle it. I want her constantly, even when she just wakes up. I don't see the brain in my head long ago. I really went off the rails!'

Milano knitted his brows. He didn't want to admit Veronica's influence on his libido. That influence was like a tsunami, washing all his barriers away. The barriers that he had been building all those years and that were crashing now under the shock wave of emotions of that unique and extraordinary girl.

Knowing that probably he wouldn't be able to wait until the evening, if he denied sex to himself now, the Italian was already standing near his large bed, scanning Veronica's body with his coveted look.

"Should I ask you or you'll do it yourself?" the Italian grinned, licking his lips in an erotic appeal so that Veronica would kiss him.

"No 'good morning' or 'how are you, honey?' Not any compliment at all!" the girl spat in his direction, turning away from such cruel but such damn beautiful man.

"And is this what you need?" Milano beamed, slipping his hand in Veronica's hair and slowly winding them around his long fingers.

"Actually, yes, if you haven't forgotten the respect with which you have to refer to your girlfriend!"

Veronica hated Milano's incivility, but for some reason her Demon got away with it. Probably his charm was too attractive for her, and it was impossible to resist.

"I would never forget about it for sure. Besides, I constantly crave after you." Milano desperately breathed out, trying not to look at his Amazon and teasing her with the arrogance in his voice. "If you don't want, Veronica, I'll try any blonde."

"Asśhole!" the girl couldn't tolerate that any longer, shouting an insult to him. She couldn't understand why the Italian made her jealous. To try her feelings or what? Veronica was being in endless conjectures regarding Milano Veneziani's thoughts.

Surprisingly for Veronica her rudeness didn't hurt Milano. On the contrary, it increased his desire with a new force.

"That's for sure. Because, I always want you like an asśhole. And no one can change that. Even me!" Milano admitted with irritation, slamming his hand against the wardrobe. He hated the fact that he couldn't control feelings for Veronica. He seemed to go more and more crazy.

"A liar!" Veronica cried out when he came closer to her. "Go to your work. You're in such a hurry! Find out there someone prettier than me, if you're no more interested and have fun with her!" Veronica finished through her teeth, no longer enduring his constant antics.

"Do you like to tease me, as well as all other women, huh? Because it suits you. No, it satisfies you." Milano barked loudly, seeing that Veronica didn't succumb to him. She didn't want to go after his desires. She pushed him more and more away, and any man wouldn't really like it when a woman pushed him when he offered her sex.

Milano didn't understand what game Veronica played. Or she finally wanted to destroy all his imaginary borders and castles, or she just wanted to put him on edge.

Firmly grabbing the girl by the shoulders, he threw her on the bed.

"Veronica, I asked you amicably and you again started with that silly romance. Do you like to piss me off? Yeah!?"

"I like it! Yeah!" she threw him a challenge again, pulling out of his grasp and not tolerating such an attitude to herself.

"Well, then I would be really happy to fück you now!"

Feeling that the bed would only extinguish his desire to punish Veronica, Milano picked his Amazon up and pinned her to the wardrobe that was opposite to their bed.

Veronica was frightened, realizing that she probably pissed her Italian off very much.

"You know I can have a hyper critical level of anger. You saw it in Pisa. And now you want to see it again?" The Italian was holding back, but a real revolution of different emotions was boiling inside him.

"Well, if it makes you happy, and maybe our baby, so do it. Hurt me! Jerk!" Veronica was shouting at him, knowing that any other tone wouldn't affect Milano Veneziani in a proper way.

"I'll be damned!" Milano hissed, stripping a sheet off Veronica and leaving her completely naked. But suddenly a flash of anger passed, and the Italian gradually entered the tender flesh of his Amazon. Veronica didn't expect that the Italian would temper justice with mercy and would be as nice as he had never been before.

"Do you feel me? Admit it, Nicky." His hoarsely gentle whisper reached Veronica, while Milano was adding pace to his lust.

"Yes, Mino..." the words fell from the girl's lips, and her quiet moan pierced all the cells of the Italian's body.

"So do I, my Angel. All of you. I feel... So deep..."

Milano continued to torment Veronica with his body, catching at the wardrobe and not slowing down the rhythm of his deep and sharp thrusts. Lifting the hips of his Amazon, he allowed Veronica to wrap his waist with her thighs and to press to the door of the wardrobe with a deep groan.

Milano was holding his fairy's waist carefully, taking her far away from the earth.

"Oh, heavens!" Veronica whispered, as usual having scratched Milano's back from the shoulder blades to the coccyx. She didn't blame herself that she did it on purpose. Thus she wanted to show any woman who dared to approach Milano that Milano belonged only to her. And no one would have a right to him except Veronica.

"Don't stop it... please..." she begged the Italian, holding her sweet convulsions from the growing ecstasy.

"It's not in my nature to interrupt the sex, my Amazon... I'm always for the end of it." The Italian answered passionately, plunging into the entrance of his Queen to the fullest and occasionally catching her nipple with his lips.

"I won't feel anything soon. Everything went numb inside me." Veronica told him openly, without any shame. She was barely coping with impending tremors that gave her goosebumps all over her body, especially in an intimate place.

"I will release you, as fast as I can, my Angel. Be patient." Milano sang, feeling that the wardrobe started to slightly shake from side to side, as if it didn't agree with the way it was exploited.

Soon having soared high above the earth, Milano and Veronica reached a horribly pleasant orgasm. Milano was breathing heavily, not intending to let go of Veronica as well as Veronica didn't think to let go of Milano; her legs were still wrapped around his waist like a vine around a sturdy tree.

"Nicky, I have to go to work." Milano muttered, gently placing her on a warm sheepskin rug and wincing a bit from new markings, which his warlike lady left him. "I had breakfast already. Now it's your turn to go there."

"What should I do apart from walking around the house while you're away?" Veronica asked while Milano was tidying his hair, which was badly battered by Veronica's thin fingers during their bodily pleasures.

"Find something to do. Watch TV or go shopping. Just tell Pietro where you want to go, and he will take you. And better yet, have more rest and don't go anywhere. It is useful to you. You're pregnant. Don't forget that."

"But I need a job, Milano. I want to sew. I'll die of boredom waiting for you till the evening!" Veronica protested, not accepting his order and trying to do everything on her own.

"Then let Pietro buy the fabric for you even though I don't approve of your hobby."

"Hobby?" Veronica hissed to him discontentedly. "Goddamn it, that's my future bread! I'm studying design at the university, but apparently, I wouldn't finish the last course because of you."

"Tell me please why on earth do you need education?" Milano reproached her, not understanding her claims. "You'll become my wife soon. You'll have money for anything you want."

"I don't want to depend on you, Milano," Veronica pouted her lips, almost stamping her foot like a little girl. She was stubborn like Milano, and that fact didn't make him glad at that moment. But for a while it could be forgotten.

"We'll talk about it later."

Veronica sighed deeply, knowing that to argue with Milano meant to spit against the wind. He would never take her side, if she, of course, didn't use her feminine wiles.

Looking into the mirror of his wardrobe, the Italian smiled slightly at his reflection, adjusting his dark blue tie. He was glad that again he calmed down himself and his Amazon by his favorite way. He was looking passionately at his beauty while she was tucking his cream shirt in his black pants and slowly zipping his fly.

She smiled mysteriously, as if preparing her next plan of revenge in bed for Milano.

"What are you up to?" Milano played with Veronica's unruly curl, watching the emotions of his Angel change one after the other.

"Concentrate on the work." Veronica said, shaking off the dust from his suit and smiling in a flirty way. Milano stopped her hand on his shoulder, kissing her passionately. It was the only way he could thank his Amazon for their hot sex. "You surprise me with your gallantry, my dear," she smiled, hinting at his kiss.

"And you surprise me with your mysteriousness," the Italian snorted, looking at his watch showing half past eight. He was late.

Taking his laptop and a leather briefcase, Milano rapidly headed for the exit. Veronica threw a pink silk robe over herself, running down the stairs after her Demon.

"Do you want to see me off?" Milano turned around, noticing that Veronica was still following him. The girl nodded in reply to Milano's question and the Italian just smiled; his Amazon wanted to bring him joy.

Opening the front door, Milano kissed his Angel and almost left to the car, but Veronica stopped him.

"And what about this?" the girl twirled the car keys on her finger, smiling at Milano.

"Oh, damn... Thank you, sweetie."

The Italian wanted to take the keys from her hands, but suddenly she hid them behind her back.

'Her games again? Ah, Veronica!' Milano laughed to himself.

"Give me that, Angel. Don't mess with me!" he demanded, looking at Veronica as if he would shut her up into a medieval tower and make her his sex slave every hour.

"Are you always so angry in the morning?" Veronica asked him in a seductive soprano, not wanting to give the keys to her Demon.

"Mostly I calm down my anger with sex, and you know it. So... to provoke me now means to accept to be fücked by me then. But this time the way it should be."

Having imagined that, Veronica groaned mentally. The excitement overwhelmed her again.

"No, thank you. I won't."

"What a good girl," Milano laughed, taking his car keys from Veronica's finger and gently kissing her on the cheek.

"Where's Lucenzo?" she asked, looking outside and noticing that Milano's brother was nowhere to be found.

"At night he went to help Francesca with a house repair, so the cottage is all yours. But if you need anything, call me."

"He went to work so early!? You are real workaholics!" Veronica praised Veneziani brothers sincerely, respecting their fine personal qualities. She couldn't imagine herself her life without work.

"Probably, my father. He always puts the company first in his life."

"Don't blame him, Milano." Veronica asked the Italian. "Parents love their children."

"If these children bring them money!" Milano growled out.

Such bitterness sounded in his words that Veronica dropped the topic about his parents. If there was proper time and place for that, they would talk about that again. But in a more calm tone.

"I'm leaving. If you need something, this is my mobile number."

Milano handed his business card to Veronica, which she took elegantly from his hands.

"'Milano Veneziani – President of construction company 'Romano Industries'..." Veronica read it aloud, studying the business card of her favorite Demon.

"Absolutely right, cara. Ciao!"*

Milano hugged the girl tightly, sucking in her lips with such force, as if they were life-giving water that saved him from the heat in the desert. And he wanted to drink it constantly.

"Let me go, crazy!" Veronica jumped back from Milano, staying away from him at arm's length. "I know very well what will follow after your kisses."

"Therefore, don't make my blood boiling," Milano hemmed, closing the door behind him. Veronica laughed, confessing to herself that she really loved that crazy and lewd man.

Wanting to get busy, she took her sketchbook out of her gym bag and put it on the kitchen table. The girl began to draw interesting models of clothes that immediately bore in her mind.

'I wonder if anyone will approve some of my works? Will they surprise someone?' She pondered. 'I wish so much someone to tell me whether I should try modeling the clothes or not? I want to continue that work. I don't want to quit it.'

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*Bye (ital.)

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