Accardi (Genevieve and Matteo) by Allison Franklin novel Chapter 70

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As if he was worried her decision would change or she’d pass out in the next two seconds, Paul put his fingers to his lips and whistled for a taxi that materialized seemingly out of thin air. She kept him at bay in the back seat, pushing away his advances by feigning shyness in front of the taxi driver. At the apartment building she stumbled inside, giggling as they made their way up the stairs, making sure to be as

loud as possible.

When they finally made it to her door, she leaned back against it and smiled. Paul caged her in, looking down at her the same way he had

the first time he’d spotted her by her locker and decided she was the one.

“Well, here we are,” he whispered. “Are you going to let me in, or not?”

Gen glanced over his shoulder to the other door on the floor. “Hmmm, what’s the password?” she asked, referring to what she’d make him do whenever he wanted something from her while they were dating.

His smile grew, clearly remembering himself. “I knew he wouldn’t be enough for you, you know. He’s obsessed with you, but you’ll always

be mine, won’t you, Baby?” Paul asked, leaning toward her. Gen looked over his shoulder again, looking for any sign that he might be

watching.

Paul placed his hand on her waist. He was standing toe to toe with her now. She looked up into his aquamarine eyes as he stared down at her lips. “I would treat you better than him. I’d bring you flowers, take you out on the town, I’d cook you breakfast… Stuff you’d never get

with a man like him. I know what you want. I know you better than anyone.” He leaned forward until his lips were only a hairsbreadth

from touching hers. His eyes flicked up to hers, waiting for her reaction.

Paul’s hand rested against her cheek as his lips brushed across hers. His kiss was tender and begging for reciprocation. His hands dug into

her waist as he pushed her back against the door. Unluckily for him though, Matteo’s possessing kiss had been branded on her lips less

than two hours ago. As if her mouth was still numb from Matteo’s heat, she felt nothing when his tongue slid against her lips, wanting

access she wouldn’t allow him to have. Gen gently pushed Paul back and he relented. The kiss only lasted the span of a heartbeat and

would be considered chaste to a priest, but it was enough to serve its purpose. He cupped her cheek and gave her a dreamy smile as if he

would be thinking about the kiss well into the night.

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He thought he had won. He thought she would choose him over Matteo. The truth, though, was far darker. She would never choose him

over Matteo. She wanted Paul out of her life. For good. She thought about Brian and the punishment he suffered for bruising her arm. She

thought of Matteo’s threat to not let Paul touch her. She glanced over Paul’s shoulder and smiled, wondering what her knight in Armani

would do to the man who had hurt her more so than anyone else in her life. She wondered if he’d let her watch. She wondered when

these dark thoughts had become normal to her.

Paul started to reach for her doorknob when she decided she’d allowed enough. “I’m on my period,” she lied. Paul stepped back as if he’d been shocked by lightning. “Is that a problem?” she asked, knowing it was. He scratched the back of his neck.

“No, no of course not, it’s just… As much as I want to go inside with you, I just remembered I promised my mom I’d stop by and see her. She’ll kill me if I don’t show up on time,” Paul said as he stepped back.

“That’s a good idea,” she said, already smiling. “Never know when will be the last time you see her.”

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His brows pulled down at her words. “Call me, okay?”

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Gen could only nod as he left her alone, still leaning against her door. Gen stared down the stairs after him and started counting in her head. Before she could get to five, the door across the hall swung open and cracked against the wall. Gen jumped and spun to face a rather enraged Matteo Accardi. A victorious smile spread across her face when she realized he was in fact home and had been watching through his peephole. His eyes flicked to the stairs and then back to her. He started moving toward her, his fists clenched.

“Took you long enough, Mr. Accardi. What would you have done if I’d let him inside?” she asked in a voice filled with triumph.

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His eyes narrowed further. “You taunting me on purpose, Weakness?” he asked, his voice deep with malice. He was only a few feet away now. His glare moved to the stairs again before pinning her to the wall. He gave her a terrifying grin. “You’ll regret that.” Matteo bent and grabbed her by the waist before flinging her over his shoulder. Gen screamed in surprise while he stalked back to his apartment. “What part of ‘Don’t let him touch you‘ did you not understand?” he growled.

“He took the trouble of driving me home. It’s customary for…”

A harsh slap to her backside made her cry out. His dominating display should have terrified her. It should have her trying her best to get out of his hold. Instead, she clamped her thighs tighter together to keep her panties from getting soaked. He entered his apartment.

“I thought we discussed this earlier, Gen. I warned you. His death is on your hands.”

“I thought you said you were done chasing me?” Gen mocked.

“I am done chasing you.”

Before she could formulate a witty remark, Matteo threw her down. She landed hard on her back atop his dining room table. She tried to sit up when she noticed what he was doing. His hands were working on his belt. It came free of his pants with a violent yank. She collapsed back on her elbows, her mouth gaping open at the display. His face was a mask of sheer determination, his eyes were a dark gold swimming with heat and desire. His hands wrapped around her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the table. He glided his fingers up her thighs and hooked several around the inside of her panties. His knuckles brushed her dripping sex.

“You’re soaking wet, Genevieve. Tell me, was it me that made you this way or him?” his voice told her to be careful with her answer. His knuckles slid down through her folds and she threw her head back as she moaned. Of course it had been him. First with his kiss at the restaurant and then again with his brute strength and dominant display. Should she tease him some more? She didn’t feel like it was a

wise decision. “Gen?”

“You…” she breathed.

“I have every intention of tasting every inch of your body tonight but we both need this now,” he growled above her.

Yes, God yes! If he waited even a second longer to be inside her, she might actually dissolve through the floor.

He grunted as he yanked the panties away from her body, jerking her closer to the edge of the table and against his erection. Her hands gripped the table ledge above her head. She closed her eyes as she heard him undoing his pants. He leaned over her and she felt the tip of him press against her entrance. Despite his words and his hurried actions, he suddenly stilled. He gripped her thighs and pushed slowly

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into her, stretching her wide. Gen moaned and raised her hips slightly off the table, encouraging him to keep going. He placed his hand flat against her stomach and pushed her back down. She looked up to find him studying his slow entrance into her with great intent. His breathing was harsh as he continued forward. She wiggled against the weight of his hand.

“Matteo, please,” she begged, reaching out to fist his shirt in her hands.

He grabbed both of her wrists. He leaned forward over her, pressing most of his weight into her.

“You were made for me, Gen. You feel so fucking good wrapped around me. I want to remember this moment,” he whispered against her

ear.

He pulled back and his lips found hers. The difference between his touch and Paul’s was incomparable. Her heart beat erratically as his tongue traced her lips before pushing inside to collide with hers. His muscles tensed and his cock twitched inside of her as he pulled back and glared down at her. He took her wrists in one hand and pulled them above her head at the same time as his other hand wrapped

around her throat and squeezed.

“You taste different, Gen,” he hissed. Her eyes widened.

All gentleness left him. He kept his hand around her throat as he rammed his hips against hers. He let go of her wrists so he could plant his free hand against the table, giving him balance to start hammering into her. Gen’s nails dug into the arm holding her to the table. Her eyes rolled back at the sharp pain mixed with the overwhelming pleasure his harsh thrusts wrought on her body. Within only a few thrusts, Gen’s climax hit her out of nowhere. Her back lurched off the table, her nipples poked through the silk of her dress as the rest of her skin pebbled. Her moan was swallowed up by Matteo’s lips sealing over hers. He groaned when she raked her hands through his hair

to hold him in place.

The table screeched against the floor as his assault seemed to have no end. Thrust after painful thrust rocked into her, hitting her cervix and sending a sharp pain up her spine. She wanted him to stop, she needed him to keep going. He let go of her throat, allowing her to gasp in air. He leaned harder over her as he gripped the edge of the table above her head with both hands. His body pinned her down as his hips smacked against her thighs. She wrapped her legs tighter around him as their moans bounced off the walls. Matteo sat back up. He gripped her hair and pulled her head back so that his teeth could travel down her throat.

His thrusts became unpredictable, his hips jerked out of rhythm as he neared his orgasm. He lowered his hand and started circling her

clit.

“Yes, Matteo, yes, I’m almost…”

“Come now,” he ordered between gritted teeth.

Gen screamed his name as she was hit with a second blinding orgasm that sent her spiraling. A moment later his hips slammed against hers and halted as his cum coated her insides. He groaned long and threw his head back with the weight of his own completion. The heat of his release prolonged her own orgasm, making her knees shake as he ground his hips against her. He collapsed forward, bracing himself against his forearms on either side of her head. His breath was hot and fast on her shoulder as they both tried to come down from their

high.

“Fuck. Now I can finally think,” he sighed in contentment. He placed a few kisses on her shoulder before pushing himself up enough to

kiss her lips.

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He pulled away from her and Gen groaned at the loss of him inside of her. She kept her eyes closed, still trying to figure out what had just happened. Matteo kissed her exposed stomach before stepping away to clean himself off. She heard him shuffle away, kick something and then the door shut. Gen’s eyes shot open and she sat up in time to see him walking back from the door.

“The door was open the whole time?!”

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R Italiana88

yes queen! get your man!

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