Accardi (Genevieve and Matteo) by Allison Franklin novel Chapter 97

Chapter Ninety–Seven

Genevieve watched, completely entranced as Matteo walked over to the ring. He pulled himself up using the ropes and ducked inside. The referee for the night approached and spoke with Matteo while Christopher Anderson looked on from the opposite side of the mat. Matteo turned away from the ref to face the window she continued to stare from. He slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt, undid his cufflinks and shucked his shirt off, earning applause and a few whistles from the women in the crowd. She smirked, knowing the hard planes of his chest was where she would be laying her head that night. The sinewy muscles of his arms would wrap around her waist. The intensity of his golden–green eyes would be solely focused on her.

Matteo rolled his shoulders and stretched out his hands before he turned to face his opponent.

“He’s going to fight in his suit pants and Oxfords?” Gen asked, trying to be subtle about dabbing the drool from the corner of her mouth.

Frankie chuckled. “Would you rather him do it naked?” Gen raised one eyebrow at the thought. “Jesus, woman, you really do need to get laid.”

Before she could respond with a witty comeback, the first bell dinged. She put her hand against the window frame and leaned forward as both men continued to size each other up. Even from this distance she could see the muscles in Matteo’s back bunch and release as he waited.

“Can we get closer?” she asked, breathless. Frankie merely chuckled in response.

Matteo lunged. Gen gasped. Anderson tried to dodge but Matteo immediately grabbed his wrist and twisted, causing Anderson’s face to rise up and his mouth to open in pain. Matteo sent several jabs into Anderson’s ribs making him bend over to alleviate the attack. In doing so he put his head in the perfect position for Matteo to send his knee into Anderson’s nose. He released him and Anderson staggered back, cupping his nose that was now broken and hemorrhaging blood. Matteo turned his back on him and walked toward the ropes. He glanced up at the window and smirked.

Anderson ran toward him, his advance undignified as his feet slammed against the mat, giving away his position. Just before he reached Matteo, Matteo turned and plowed his fist into Anderson’s face. Anderson didn’t go down though, he spun and ended up with his back against the ropes. Matteo didn’t wait for him to catch his breath this time. Anderson got his hands up to avoid Matteo’s barrage of fists. His arms dropped to block Matteo’s knees but one swipe of Matteo’s leg finally took him to the ground. Anderson rolled out of the way and hopped up, fists raised in the air.

Genevieve watched in awe. Matteo didn’t fight like Paul. He didn’t fight like anyone she’d ever known. His attack was brutal. He didn’t wait for words to be exchanged, he didn’t waste time, he struck: savagely, unrelenting, precise. Matteo moved forward, ducking left then right to avoid Anderson’s wild swings. He ducked again and rammed his fists into Anderson’s stomach before another swipe of his leg dropped Anderson to the ground again. This time, Matteo didn’t let him roll away. He grabbed Anderson by the ankle and started dragging him across the mat, his eyes again going to the window she stood behind.

“Anderson likes to play with his food? Come on, Accardi, put the poor guy out of his misery,” Frankie said with a note of disapproval. Gen tore her gaze away from Matteo to look at Frankie.

“This is him just messing around?” Gen asked,

Frankie rolled his eyes. “This is him showing off.”

Anderson finally managed to kick his way free of Matteo’s hold. Matteo’s shoulders rose and fell sharply as if he’d just sighed out of boredom. He turned as Anderson stood up and came back at him in a run. Matteo crouched just slightly. When Anderson threw a haymaker, Matteo jabbed him in the stomach three times before sending an uppercut to his jaw. Anderson staggered back. Blood trailed down his face from the numerous cuts he’d sustained. He took another step back and then crumpled to the mat. The referee came forward. He wasn’t really there to enforce any rules but to check to make sure if the poor loser had been killed or not.

Matteo was already exiting the ring as the referee put two fingers to Anderson’s throat. The crowd was dead quiet in shock. The referee said something to the announcer. The announcer stepped forward with his microphone.

“Winner for match seventeen of the evening… Accardi!”

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The room erupted into applause and shouts. Matteo ignored all of them as he shoved his way through the crowd toward the stairs. He grabbed the rails on either side of the stairwell and launched himself upward.

“Frankie…”

“Gone,” he said, already moving toward the door.

Gen turned and pressed herself flat to the window as Frankie opened the door. A moment later Matteo appeared. Frankie sidled his way out, careful to not touch his boss who continued to stand in the doorway. Matteo’s chest heaved, sweat slid down the strained muscles of his body, his skin shivered as adrenaline coursed through his veins, his eyes were filled with promise and were focused… on her. Then he moved. Gen inhaled sharply as he strode into his

office and slammed the door shut behind him.

“Matteo… you should lock the…”

“No one is coming through that door, Weakness,” Matteo growled the moment before his bloody knuckles cupped her face and he crashed his lips against

hers.

Genevieve gasped at the salty tang of his lips. His domination in the ring carried over to his treatment of her as his tongue invaded her mouth and

plundered every corner it could touch. He drove her head back against the window with the fierce way he conquered her lips. Then his hands dropped. His

teeth nipped and teased her lips as his hands raked down her body only stopping once to roughly grip her breasts through the fabric of her dress. His

fingers found the hem of her dress and immediately yanked it up with a harsh pull. His mouth left hers and she was suddenly spun so that her back was to

him and her front was pressed to the glass.

Matteo’s breathing was labored behind her. His hands weren’t even touching her and yet she could feel him everywhere. She smiled, knowing exactly what

had caught him off guard: she wasn’t wearing any panties. She finally felt his palm glide over her bare ass cheek then his fingers dug into the supple flesh

there. She moaned at the pinch of pain. Then she heard him undoing his belt and her pussy clenched in excitement. Yes, this, this is what she’d been

needing. She heard his pants drop to the ground and his hands settled against her waist. Just like in his fight, Matteo didn’t waste any time.

Genevieve’s back arched and she screamed out in ecstasy as he entered her fully in one long, harsh thrust. Matteo hissed through his teeth.

“Fuck, Gen, your dripping. Did you enjoy watching me that much?” he asked, his voice strained with his own unsated lust.

Genevieve could only nod as he pulled out and thrust roughly in again. He placed his palm against the glass as he started rocking up into her. It was nearly

too much to take. She could see everyone below, over a hundred people going about their evening having no idea she was being savagely defiled one floor

1. up. Matteo’s sweaty skin smacked against her bare ass with each thrust. The blood of his hands and knuckles smeared against the glass before they dropped

to her thighs as an anchor to hammer into her harder.

She stood on her toes to try to alleviate some of the difference in their height and he groaned behind her. The blood from his fight coated her thigh where he held her. It should disgust her. It should make her run for the hills. It should, at the very least, give her some kind of pause. Instead it made her muscles clench around his assault, Gen threw her head back as she neared her release. His hand came up and cupped her throat, keeping her in the position that elongated her body for him. His breathing was rough against her ear. And then she came. Hard.

Genevieve was not a screamer but she found herself crying out without any filter as one of the most devastating orgasms racked up her body. She cussed, she gasped, she screamed more as the feeling of pinpointed pleasure zapped her nerve endings and left her feeling as though her muscles had been liquified. Matteo growled as her legs gave out. He lifted her over his shoulder and carried her around his desk. She heard papers flying and something smash to the floor. He deposited her feet back on the ground and pushed her torso over the top of his desk, still facing the window. She wondered for a moment if he was getting off on the unaware audience as much as she had. Then he entered her again and her train of thought evaporated.

Matteo’s thrusts were wild and intense as he sought his own release. When he finally achieved it, his cock slammed into her and he exploded with a shout of his own. Her name echoed along the walls of his office, his fingers dug painfully into the meat of her hips, his legs trembled up against hers. Then he collapsed forward, catching himself on his palm so he wouldn’t crush her with his weight. His other hand slid forward to where she gripped the edge of the desk in a vice–like hold. His fingers smoothed between hers until she loosened her hold and their fingers could interlock. His forehead pressed between her shoulder blades. It was several minutes before their breathing had slowed enough so they could speak.

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Chapter Ninety–Seven

“Did you get what you wanted, Weakness?” Matteo asked.

Genevieve couldn’t respond. She still hadn’t recovered her sanity from what he’d done to her. Holy fuck yes, thank you, she thought to herself.