The sunrise in Venice has always been a beautiful sight. And from his castle in the hills, Aldo could enjoy it without even having to leave his bed. Maybe that was why his father decided to build this place and move the centuries-old Aristocracy all the way from Rome to Venice. Perhaps it was because Lucia was more of a morning person. Lorenzo was a man who paid a lot of attention to even the minutest of details. After fighting for her love and attention for five years, surely he had come to notice her routines. He may have wanted to give her a beautiful view when she opened her eyes every morning. It was a rather subtle gift. She may not even have noticed it. The pleasure of such gifts would be derived every time that she said, ‘the sunrise is so beautiful from up here.’ To which he would reply ‘isn’t it?’ And she would then proceed to regard it as a simple coincidence. Unsuspecting, completely unaware of the planning and precision that went in to creating such a coincidence.

The day seemed to have passed for Sarah in a flash. Doctor Rossi had come in to check on Aldo shortly after they had breakfast. Maria was keen on showing Sarah around the mansion and giving her a history lesson about each room. Julia came in after midday with a catalog of baby clothes, asking Sarah to help her choose. That was really just an excuse. Julia’s real purpose was to get Sarah to make seafood pasta for her. She could certainly afford to buy the most expensive dishes for herself. But she remembered some pasta that Sarah had made for her back in their college days when she said she missed home. Now that she was pregnant, she felt as if memories of food were all that dominated her mind at every point in time. Just pregnancy cravings. She drove so far just to satisfy her cravings, rather, the baby’s cravings as she puts it. After a bit of guilt tripping, coercion, sobbing and drama, she got Sarah to make her the meal again. Once it was cooked, she pulled out a flask, packed i

“Shut the screens! Turn off the cameras in the kitchen,” Marco hurriedly ordered. The men all scrambled to cut the signal. Flustered, Marco took a bottle of water and downed it once the cameras had been cut. “Ehm, ehem…” one of the men cleared his throat. “Looks like young master Accardi will be arriving sooner than episode 25.” He jested with a serious expression that just made the joke even funnier. Laugher erupted. Even the stern Marco couldn’t help chuckling a bit. “Men! Brothers! Prepare your suits. The boss is getting married!” another one chanted. His words were followed by a round of applause and more laughter. The mood was festive, so lively that Marco couldn’t bear to bring it to an end. Back in the mansion, the maids, on hearing the loud sounds of rolling pans and pots, attempted to take a look. They were stopped, however, by a guard sent by Marco and ordered not to leave their quarters. In the pantry, the couple had not a care in the world. Sarah’s hands held firmly o

By the time Aldo was ready to let her go, several hours had already passed. Sarah rose. It was then that she noticed the drapes. Pulling them open, the bright sunlight hit her face like a brick, forcing her eyes shut as they had become accustomed to the dark. She took a peek at the time keeper on the bedside cupboard, the time said 7am, yet it was clearly afternoon. “Good morning, love.” He said, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, pulling her in to a super tight back hug. “Morning? It’s like 5 in the evening. Did you readjust the time?” she questioned as she tried to wiggle out of his grip. As she moved, her butt rubbed against his member, making it itch with desire. Memories of the passion from last night flashed through his mind. “If you keep moving like that, we might have to get back in bed, amore.” He said huskily. His lips were buried in the crock of her neck and she could feel every word he said vibrate against her skin. His hot breath swashed over the sens

Uhhhh….. Mmmmh…. Ald… mmmm... Sarah moaned breathily. Her hands were in his hair, stroking it with her fingers as he ignited passion within her walls. Though his beard was always clean-shaven, it had been a few days since he last shaved and tiny invisible hair had started poking out of his skin. She could feel it as the hair rubbed against her thighs, causing a ticklish sensation up her spine. He steadied himself in between her thighs, taking in her scent, lapping up every bit of her arousal. His tongue set her body on fire. She wriggled in place, frustration and pleasure coursing through her veins like lightning bolts. His hands, too, were busy. He had a finger inserted into her as his tongue attacked hers. First one finger, then another, before she knew it, Aldo had succeeded in putting 3 fingers inside her. She didn’t object, she barely even realized it because she was so engrossed in the sensations he was making her feel. Aldo was having the time of his life. His name rolled off