Accardi (Genevieve and Matteo) by Allison Franklin novel Chapter 124

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Genevieve felt a forceful tug on her panties, startling her awake. She stretched her arms upward as her panties were shimmied down her legs and thrown somewhere in the room. She gasped Matteo’s name as he suctioned his lips over her clit. Her hands found his hair and her fingers gripped him hard as his tongue twirled and his lips sucked with determined urgency. She moaned and rocked her hips up against his face as her body responded to his touch as if he’d spent the last four days fine tuning it to his own settings. His tongue and lips were savage, pulling small ripples of pleasure down her spine and through her limbs until he pushed her over the edge and the ripples turned to waves that crashed over her entire body.

Before she’d fully come down from her first climax, his lips were on hers, demanding immediate reciprocation. His cock slammed inside her in one long. brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt. He groaned and paused, relishing the feeling of being inside her. She could feel his cock pulsing, reacting to her own pussy clamping around it in need of movement. He pulled out of her until the tip of his cock was pressed against her swollen heat. He never gave it a chance to recover. For four days he’d filled her up in every way imaginable until they would pass out from sheer exhaustion.

When he rocked back inside her, her eyes flew open. She noticed the early morning light filtering through the windows. That’s when his urgency made sense.

If the sun was up, it meant he would have to leave her soon.

“Matteo…” she breathed, the fear in her voice making his golden green eyes lock with hers.

“Weakness,” he whispered, dropping his head to kiss her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and locked her ankles behind his back as he thrust into her. His lips left hers only to trace down the soft skin of her

neck. His teeth latched on to her shoulder and she whimpered as it felt as though they would break her skin. One of his hands fell beside her head, holding

his weight above her while the other gripped her arm in a fierce hold that would definitely leave bruises. He was marking her. Leaving traces of himself on

her body. He’d been doing so every day until she was riddled with sexual bruises and hickies coated most of her skin.

His thrusts into her were savage, ruthless, as he tried to drive her toward her edge again as quickly as possible, faster than the light could rise with the sun.

“Please,” she begged him, begged God, begged the sun.

“Genevieve,” he breathed as his hips slammed into her one final time and he released his cum inside her with a low groan of satisfaction.

His lips sucked at the skin below her ear until it stung.

“What time is it?” she asked quietly.

Matteo sighed. “A little after seven.”

Gen swallowed hard and turned her head so he wouldn’t see her get upset. His flight was supposed to leave at 8:30. He rotated his hips and his cock, still inside her, started to lengthen and harden once again. Gen hooked her ankle around his leg and shoved his chest so that he fell onto his back. His eyes widened at her stunt. He placed a hand behind his head while she rotated her hips against him.

Genevieve kept her movements slow. A small push up from her legs, the slow drop back down. Matteo’s heavy–lidded gaze soaked her in. His free hand brushed along her leg. He sat up straight to capture a nipple with his mouth and twirl the nub with his tongue. She flung her head back and his hands splayed along her spine to hold her up. Despite her slow movements, her climax built quickly in her belly. The way her clitoris rubbed against the coarse hair above his dick sent a quiver of sharp pleasure up through her stomach. The feel of his cock, throbbing inside her, begging for more, filled her to the

brim.

She gasped as he rocked roughly upward but rather than let him take back control, she pressed one hand to his chest and gripped his thigh with the other. She held him down, keeping him from picking up the pace as she sought her own release while grinding against him. Her eyes fluttered closed. Her breathing became deeper, more desperate. She chased her release, chased it because she was in charge of it. Any time he made a move that threatened to put her off course, she would tighten her fingers, digging her nails into his skin until he stopped.

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“Fuck, Gen,” Matteo cursed as her nails drew blood.

When her orgasm came, it snapped through her like she’d stepped on a livewire. Her back went rigid, her arms taut. She inhaled several shaky breaths as her

body quivered.

“Mmm, fuck, Weakness, I love the way that pussy grips me when you come. My turn?” he asked. Gen could do nothing more than nod and lick her lips.

“Good.”

Matteo hammered up into her making her eyes flash wide and her mouth come open. He gripped her forearms to hold her steady as he slammed up into her over and over, drawing small screams from her lips with each thrust. Her cries echoed around the room as she tried to keep herself grounded when every nerve ending in her body was alight and flooding her bloodstream with endorphins.

“Say my name, Weakness. Say it and I’ll end this for you,” Matteo demanded.

“Oh, God…”

“Close, not quite,” he said, his voice edged with amusement around the more dominant demand. “Say it.”

“Ma–Mat…”

“Geneveive, now,” he hissed.

“Matteo!” she screamed as his hips locked up against hers and he came with a violent shudder.

His hands remained locked around her forearms, the pressure close enough to snapping her bones. His body continued to shake as he came down from his orgasm and she surfaced from her own. When his hands dropped from her forearm, Genevieve collapsed over him. Their breathing was harsh but it was synched. Gen rose and fell with his chest as they fought for air.

“I have to start getting ready,” Matteo whispered as he ran his hand down her back. Genevieve’s body locked up and her breathing stopped altogether. “Weakness…”

“I know, just… five more minutes. Please.”

Matteo sighed. “Okay, five more minutes.”

An hour later, Matteo and Genevieve walked out of the house they’d spent their short honeymoon. Matteo assured her it was only their first honeymoon. Once they had everything settled with Bennett and Galante, they would go on a second, much more extravagant honeymoon. She watched as he locked the door behind them. She didn’t want an extravagant second honeymoon. She just wanted this one to last longer.

The drive to the airport was quiet. Genevieve sat beside Matteo in the backseat, holding his hand as if letting it go would cause him to get sucked from the car into a black hole from which he would never return. Her stomach bunched with nerves as the airport security directed the car onto the tarmac. She could feel her forehead get sweaty and her pits get moist as the plane came into view.

Two other SUVS were already there waiting. One was for Frankie, Leo and Louis who would take Genevieve back to Alessio’s compound, the other was for Alessio’s men who kept a vigilant watch. When Matteo stepped out of the car, his head whipped toward the plane. A moment later, she realized why. She heard screaming and crashing. Matteo helped her out of the car and quickly strode toward his jet.

“What the fuck is going on?” he called.

A moment later Leo came tumbling down the stairs of the jet. He landed on the tarmac with a pronounced thud. Frankie appeared in the doorway, his chest falling hard with his ragged breathing. Gen gasped when she noticed the look of panic and hatred creasing his expression.

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“Frankie? What the hell?” Matteo yelled up at him while he helped Leo to stand.

“I’m going back with you,” Frankie stated, his tone sharp and demanding.

Matteo scoffed. “The hell you are. I argued with that fucker for half an hour to clear your name. You’re staying here with Gen and…”

“I am going back with you, Matteo!”

Everyone in the near vicinity froze. Gen had never heard Frankie call Matteo by his first name and clearly no one else had either. The stillness of the tarmac was broken when Matteo rolled his shoulders.

“What are…”

“They’ve killed Stephen!”

A cold shiver ran down Gen’s spine and she stepped forward to keep it from paralyzing her.

“Who?” Matteo asked.

“The Russian bastards after Gloria. They came in the fucking dead of night and…” Frankie scrubbed his face. “She’s fucking gone, Man. They’ve taken my girl

and they killed my…”

Matteo strode up the few steps to where Frankie stood. He pulled him into a hug and Frankie’s carefully constructed anger dissolved. He gripped Matteo

with enough force to break his back. Leo walked to Gen’s side and brought her into a side hug. That was when she realized she’d started to cry.

“Alright.” Matteo set Frankie back and held him firmly by the shoulders. “Alright. But you know the second we touch down they’re coming for us. It was part

of the agreement that you’d stay in Italy so they’ll want to take you in.“.

“Good. That’s what I want. There’s a man on the inside I need to… have a conversation with,” Frankie said, his frown turning sinister.

“Go take a fucking seat and let me say goodbye to my wife,” Matteo ordered.

Frankie gave a small nod and disappeared into the plane. Matteo’s shoulders rose and fell hard with his big breath. He turned and kept his eyes downcast as

he walked back to her.

“You okay?” he asked Leo.

Leo scoffed. “He got one lucky punch in.”

Matteo smirked as his eyes ventured over Leo’s swelling cheekbone, then his eyes swiveled to Gen and her heart squeezed. “I have to go.”

“I know,” she whispered.

Leo quietly sidled away to give them space.

“We can’t sit here all day like the last time I left you alone,” Matteo continued.

“No, we can’t.”

“I love you, Weakness,” he whispered, brushing his knuckles over her cheek. “Take care of yourself, take care of our baby, stick to the plan. Do you understand? Don’t deviate. Especially with Frankie coming along now, I need you to be smart. Okay?”

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“I promise. You be safe too,” she demanded, fisting his shirt in her hands.

He raked his fingers through her hair and smiled. “It’s only prison.”

Gen rolled her eyes as he leaned down and kissed her. The kiss was deep, long, fulfilling. He placed his forehead against hers.

“Stick to the plan,” he whispered.

He stepped away and turned. Without looking back he paced away from the SUV and onto the plane. A moment later, Leo’s arm wound around her side again and she leaned heavily into him as the airplane’s engines roared to life.

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