Accardi by allison franklin novel

You Were My Favorite Hurt, And My Hardest Goodbye by Ava Knight 114 Summary Matteo watches proudly as Genevieve receives heartfelt congratulations from family and friends, including her emotional sister Jada. Earlier, Gen excitedly called her father and Jada about an upcoming trip she calls her "engagement/baby moon," while Matteo keeps the true purpose of the trip and the presence of his close friends a secret to protect her from worry. As they prepare for takeoff on the plane to Italy, Matteo accepts a whiskey from Leo, who jokes about their readiness for marriage and fatherhood.

Tension rises when Genevieve firmly tells Matteo to put down the whiskey, signaling her concern about his drinking. Despite Matteo's unease, Gen insists on a new approach to help him cope, handing him sleeping pills to take with the liquor. Their playful yet intimate interaction grows as Gen seductively distracts Matteo during the flight's takeoff, blending fear with desire as the plane ascends and Matteo battles his anxiety. As the flight continues, Gen's intimate attention helps Matteo manage his panic, their connection deepening amid the turbulence of his emotions.

Despite his terror of flying, Matteo surrenders to the moment, finding relief in Gen's care and affection. Their private encounter contrasts sharply with the public celebration earlier, highlighting the complexity of Matteo's struggles and their relationship. Finally, with the pilot's announcement that passengers can move about, Gen and Matteo head toward the plane's bedroom, their playful and passionate dynamic promising to carry them through the long flight ahead.

Louis's reminder that the bedroom isn't soundproof adds a humorous note as Matteo closes the door behind them, signaling a shift to a more intimate and personal chapter of their journey. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below Chapter One Hundred and Fourteen Matteo stood quietly, a surge of pride swelling inside him as he observed Genevieve receiving warm congratulations from her sister, Louis, Lucy, and Frankie. Jada was overcome with emotion, tears streaming down her face as she gently caressed Gen's swollen belly.

Louis discreetly tried to ease Jada's grip on Gen's left hand, but it was a near-impossible task-Jada's hold was as tenacious as a pickpocket's grasp on something glittering and irresistible. Nearby, Frankie hovered, his grin stretching from ear to ear as he played the role of an enthusiastic bridesmaid, utterly delighted by the moment.

Earlier, Gen had called her father and then Jada from the car, her excitement palpable when she learned that her sister would be joining her on what she affectionately dubbed her "engagement/baby moon." Matteo hadn't yet found the moment to explain the true reason for their trip to Italy, nor why it was absolutely necessary for him to bring along the top three men from his inner circle. He wanted to shield his future wife from worry on such a significant day.

There would be plenty of time for explanations tomorrow-when she would be gazing out over the breathtaking Italian coast from Alessio's fortress, a place where no one could reach her. Leo approached quietly, slipping a glass of whiskey into Matteo's hand without breaking his gaze from the group at the front of the plane. Matteo accepted the drink, nearly dropping it when Gen's eyes met his, her smile warm and bright. "Congratulations, Accardi," Leo said with a friendly nudge to Matteo's shoulder.

"Married life will suit you well." "And fatherhood?" Matteo asked, raising an eyebrow in challenge. Leo shrugged with a smirk. "That part I'm not so sure about." "Asshole," Matteo shot back with a grin. "I'm only teasing," Leo replied, taking a deep breath as he watched his wife, her belly round and full. "We'll manage. We were smart enough to choose women who won't let us screw up." Matteo downed the whiskey just as the plane's engines roared to life, the sudden noise sharpening his nerves. Sensing the shift in his mood, Gen's smile faded, her eyes locking onto his with concern.

He wasn't going to let that happen. Just as he reached for another drink, Leo held up a second glass, and Gen's gaze flicked from Matteo to the glass. "Put it down," she commanded, her voice firm. The chatter in the cabin ceased instantly as everyone turned to see what had caused the sudden silence. Matteo's hand froze mid-air, the glass suspended in Leo's outstretched hand. "Genevieve..." Matteo began, a warning in his voice. The pilot, Jeffrey, gave him a silent nod, signaling they were ready for takeoff. Matteo's stomach twisted with unease.

"Everyone, please take your seats," Jeffrey instructed. As the group began settling into their seats, casting curious glances at the newly engaged couple, Gen approached Matteo. Her expression was serious, a stark contrast to the joyful demeanor she had worn all day. She extended her hand toward Leo's glass. "Thank you, Leo. Go help your wife," she said, her icy blue eyes still fixed on Matteo. "Yes, Donna," Leo replied with a smirk, handing over the glass as if it were a baton symbolizing the weighty responsibility of watching over the man he had protected for more than two decades.

"Weakness..." Matteo muttered, shaking his head as the seatbelt sign pinged on. Gen reached out, touching his arm gently and leaning close. "I told you we needed to find a better way for you to handle this, Matteo," she whispered softly. "And just how do you plan to do that?" he hissed back. At 3:49 pm, Gen's eyes flicked toward the seats at the rear of the plane. "Frank, get up. Those are ours." Frankie groaned in protest. "Come on, Donna. These have a window and-" Gen's narrowed gaze silenced him, and though he groaned again, he reluctantly got up.

"I don't like this new bossy side of you," he muttered as he passed them. "Come on," she urged, leading him toward the seats. Gen settled Frankie beside the window and pulled the shade down as Matteo buckled himself in, gripping the armrests so tightly his knuckles whitened. Gen subtly adjusted her neckline, catching Matteo's eye with a mischievous smirk. From between her breasts, she produced two small white pills. Carefully freeing one hand from the armrest, she placed the pills in his palm. He looked at her skeptically. "Take these with the liquor.

They're just sleeping pills." "I told you-" "I know what you told me, Matteo. Maybe you just needed a different combination." Matteo snorted but obeyed her instructions, swallowing the pills with a grimace after washing them down with the burning whiskey. "You really think I haven't tried mixing liquor with pills before?" Gen's right hand slid down his thigh, smoothing toward his knee. His eyes followed the movement, a fire kindling low in his spine. When he looked back at her, he caught the playful glint in her eyes, her lips tugged into a sly smile.

Leaning in, she whispered in his ear, "That's not the combination I had in mind." Her teeth grazed his earlobe, sending a shiver through him just as the plane began to taxi toward the runway, the engines roaring louder. "Remember the elevator?" she murmured, her hand sliding back up toward his hips. "This isn't the same..." Matteo hissed between clenched teeth as her hand found its way to his crotch. "We have to keep our seatbelts on.

It's the law." Gen chuckled softly, a sultry sound that made his cock twitch despite the overwhelming fear that the engines might explode and they'd all plummet to their deaths. "Suddenly so concerned about FAA regulations? Fine, we'll keep our seatbelts on... for now," she teased, her voice smooth and seductive. The pilot pushed the throttle forward, and the plane surged down the runway, pressing Matteo back into his seat. His heart pounded wildly, threatening to burst free from his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to stay calm. "Breathe, Matteo," Gen whispered in his ear.

He felt her fingers undoing his belt, but he resisted the urge to push her hand away, knowing that releasing the armrests could send him tumbling through the floor of the plane. Her fingers cupped beneath him, and his hips jerked involuntarily. The tangled mix of fear and desire was scrambling his mind. He inhaled sharply as she fondled him. The plane lifted off, tilting at an unnatural angle that made his stomach lurch. "Mmm," she moaned into his ear. "You feel so damn good in my hand, Matteo." He breathed through clenched teeth as the plane climbed higher and higher.

His ears popped, signaling they had reached altitudes his body was not accustomed to. "Fuck," he muttered, the terror climbing his spine, squeezing his heart, choking his lungs. Sweat gathered on his forehead, under his arms, trickling down his back. They were going to crash. They were going to hit something. He was going to die-just like his father, except this time, it would be on a plane... "Fuck!" At 3:50 pm, Gen's mouth enveloped the head of his cock. Matteo hadn't even realized she'd freed him from his pants. Her tongue swirled around the tip, and his eyes flew open.

He glanced over to see she was still buckled in but had twisted her body to give him head. She hummed softly, the vibration traveling through his cock and up his spine. "You okay, Boss?" Frankie's teasing voice came from somewhere up front. "Mind your own damn business, Frank," Matteo warned, grateful that Gen had ensured everyone else was seated far away, out of sight of her plan. Frankie chuckled and returned to the lighthearted chatter with the others who seemed unfazed by cruising 30,000 feet above the ground.

Despite the paralyzing fear gripping his limbs, Matteo's cock hardened fully-a traitor to his terror. Genevieve bobbed her head, taking him fully into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. She repeated the motion, swirling her tongue and sucking her cheeks to distract him. His mind wavered between the fear that had haunted him since he was eleven and the intense sensation of his cock sliding past her tonsils. Slowly, Matteo released one finger at a time from his left hand, flexing his aching joints before resting his palm against her head.

Gen moaned with satisfaction as she let him set the pace. His breathing quickened, but not for the usual reasons. The plane began to level off, the engines quieting as if no longer struggling to gain altitude. The ringing in his ears dulled. His hips started moving upward, pushing deeper into her throat. Her hand returned to his balls, rolling them gently in her palm. She pushed his hand away from her head and pulled her mouth off him, drawing a low growl from Matteo. Instead of retreating, her hand and mouth swapped places. He jerked as her mouth took one of his balls into her mouth.

Her hand glided along his shaft, teasing the sensitive flesh with her tongue. She released one ball and moved to the other. He threw his head back against the seat, his hips moving in time as he chased release. "Gen..." Matteo breathed, his voice strained. Sensing he was close, she released his balls and lowered her mouth to the base of his cock. She stayed there as his hips jerked twice more and he came. His fingers tangled in her hair as she swallowed every drop like the little minx she was.

His hand slid weakly from her hair, allowing her to bob her head a few more times, cleaning him with her tongue. She leaned back with a proud smirk, dabbing the corners of her mouth. He grabbed the back of her neck, silencing her startled gasp with a kiss. Her hands landed on his chest as his tongue flicked out, tasting his own release. He groaned. He'd never tasted himself before-it felt forbidden, thrilling. His cock stirred again, hardening. He yanked her head back, and she gasped. His lips trailed down her throat, causing her to shiver with need.

His nose followed upward until his mouth hovered near her ear. "There are eight more hours left on this flight, Weakness. How do you plan to keep me distracted for that long?" he asked, curiosity laced with desire. Gen's eyes sparkled with mischief, her smirk widening. "I don't need eight hours. Just however long it takes for those pills to kick in." He pulled her closer, her hands bracing against his chest. "How exactly do you plan to keep me distracted until the pills take effect, then?" he corrected.

She bit her lip just as the pilot's voice came over the intercom, announcing they could now move about the cabin. Her fingers curled into his shirt. "Take me to the bedroom and find out," she whispered seductively. With a snap, his seatbelt released, and he quickly freed hers. She giggled as he pulled her up by the forearm, guiding her toward the rear door leading to the bedroom. "Don't forget the bedroom isn't soundproof!" Louis called out helpfully from his seat up front just as Matteo slammed the door behind them and pushed her back onto the bed.

Conclusion This chapter beautifully captures the delicate balance between fear and desire, showcasing Matteo and Genevieve's deep connection as they navigate the tension of the flight. Amidst Matteo's anxiety and the looming uncertainty, Gen's playful and intimate gestures become a powerful anchor, reminding him of their love and trust. Their interaction reveals not only their passion but also the strength they find in each other, even when confronted with vulnerability.

As the couple retreats to the bedroom, the promise of privacy brings a new layer of emotional and physical intensity, but it also hints at the challenges they must confront together. Matteo's struggle with his past and his present fears may collide with Gen's fierce protectiveness and resolve, setting the stage for moments of tenderness and conflict. The unfolding scenes will not only deepen their bond but also raise questions about how they will face the uncertainties ahead, especially with the looming journey to Alessio's fortress and the secrets yet to be revealed.