FATEFUL ITALIAN PASSION excerpt, Chapter 23, Volume 1.











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“Did Lu tell you that I ordered you to come up?” He smirked, realizing that a tirade of wrath would follow his words.
“Milano, you are just—”
“What?” He cut her off in the middle of the phrase, smiled seductively at his deer. He turned on his back, watching Veronica like a lion getting ready for a decisive jump.

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FATEFUL ITALIAN PASSION excerpt, Chapter 23, Volume 1.

“How long have you been sitting here?” Milano spoke in a passionate tone, and Veronica shuddered, hearing his voice.

“Not very long. I just came in,” she said, turning her head to him suddenly.

“Did Lu tell you that I ordered you to come up?” He smirked, realizing that a tirade of wrath would follow his words.

“Milano, you are just—”

“What?” He cut her off in the middle of the phrase, smiled seductively at his deer. He turned on his back, watching Veronica like a lion getting ready for a decisive jump.

“Don’t stare at me like that,” Veronica warned, seeing Milano brazenly devour her with his eyes.

“Get up and come to the bed. Right now,” he requested powerfully.

She began to tease him, chewing her lip. “And what if I don’t?”

“I’ll get up and fuck you right on the couch.” He intimidated her, dreaming of how he would do it with his indomitable Amazon.

Veronica pshawed. “You’re such a rude fellow. This is unbelievable!”

“Take a peek around,” Milano chuckled at her new resistance, staring at the wonderful curves of his goddess. “I can behave however I like. This is my room, and I’m the master here.”

“Yes, you are the master, but not the master of my body.” Veronica jumped up from the armchair hastily, as if she’d been sitting on a hot stove. “How dare you? I’m not a dissolute girl from the streets.”

“My orders are not to be argued with. Get in here right now,” he barked maliciously.

“Go to hell!” Veronica went to the door, unable to endure Milano’s complicated temper and wackiness. But she was instantly trapped in his arms as he leaned lazily against the door.

“Now, as you’re in my house, you’ll do what I like. The angel agreed to live with the demon, so I am waiting for your submission. Is that clear? Or you want me to punish you?” Milano couldn’t accept that Veronica still showed him her protests, although he also craved to fight with his militant Amazon. He liked persuading Veronica using his favorite checked method.

“Bastard!” The rough word voiced out loudly by Veronica did not offend him but turned Milano on even more. It added an unconventional strength and freshness to his energetic appetence.

Milano hoisted her over the ground and carried her to his bed. He placed Veronica on the bed and tore her silver dress which made her scream and scratched her barbarian. “You like this, Nike. You shouldn’t try attempting to act like a prude. Show me your desire.” he mumbled, kissing her fragile ankles.

“Fuck off, demon!” Veronica swore when Milano grabbed her hands and pressed them down on the bed. He was so excited and couldn’t be far away from her body.

“Depraved demon. And the demon hungers to enjoy some sex. And I know, you too…” He moved slowly between her breasts with his warm lips and Veronica moaned so hard. That Milano was surprised listening to her voluptuous melody.

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