Accardi by allison franklin novel

You Were My Favorite Hurt, And My Hardest Goodbye by Ava Knight 133 Summary In this chapter, Genevieve confronts Matteo with a note and his battered, handcuffed wrists, her challenging gaze revealing a mix of concern and defiance. Matteo, despite his injuries, manages to discreetly pick the lock on his cuffs using a makeshift tool, bought by Frankie, showing his resourcefulness and urgency. As Genevieve reads the note, they discuss the involvement of Conor O'Brien, Michele's son, hinting at a potential trap and the complex family dynamics they must navigate.

Once freed, Matteo pulls Genevieve into a passionate and intense kiss, their pent-up longing evident after days apart. Their interaction quickly becomes intimate, filled with desire and tenderness as they reconnect physically and emotionally. Matteo's hunger for Genevieve is palpable, and he expresses both his frustration and love through their heated encounter, emphasizing the depth of their bond despite the surrounding dangers. Amidst their intimate moments, they briefly touch on the serious matters at hand, including the family meeting Genevieve led and the looming threat posed by O'Brien.

Matteo's protective nature and strategic mind surface, but right now, his focus is solely on reclaiming their closeness and reaffirming their connection. The chapter balances the tension of their external conflicts with the raw, vulnerable emotions they share in private, highlighting their resilience and devotion to each other. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Three Genevieve's gaze shifted repeatedly-from the note Matteo had handed her, to the battered wrists he held out, and finally settling on his face.

Her challenging look caught his breath, making it hitch in his throat. She bit her lower lip, tugging it gently between her teeth, a subtle but deliberate gesture. Her eyes swept over Matteo's features, tracing the line of his throat, then down to the exposed skin of his forearms and biceps, finally resting on the swollen, bruised knuckles of his hands. At last, she exhaled sharply-a ragged breath that betrayed how difficult it was for her to restrain herself, just as it was for him to be unable to use his own hands. "No," she said at last, her voice cutting through the tension like a growl.

Matteo's throat tightened in response. She giggled softly, a teasing sound that made his chest tighten. "I have to look at these first, Matteo. I might have questions, and given your penchant for violence, who knows when I'll get another chance to be in here." Across the table, Matteo studied the smug expression on his wife's face, feeling like she held all the cards. "That's it," he muttered under his breath. Without warning, he opened his mouth wide and pressed his right hand's index and middle fingers against the back of his teeth.

Genevieve's brows furrowed in confusion as he carefully unhooked a thin wire from his molar and held it up before her. "What on earth is that?" she asked, curiosity piqued. He raised his eyebrows twice, a silent challenge. "Mattress spring. Frankie's idea. You've got two minutes-maybe less," he warned, a hint of urgency in his voice. With deft fingers, Matteo bent the slender metal into the precise shape needed to pick the lock on his handcuffs. Gen's eyes remained fixed on him until she realized how limited her time was. She quickly turned back to the note, scanning the details.

Every few seconds, Matteo caught a soft gasp or the tap of a finger as she absorbed new information. "17.50 FTI, INOV," she read aloud softly. "I need to bring Conor in?" she asked, looking up. "Mhmm," Matteo confirmed without looking away from the lock. "And you have to be there too? Do you know how many favors we'll have to call in for that?" she said with a teasing edge. "A few," he replied, still focused on the lock. Genevieve's breath hitched sharply. "O'Brien? O'Brien is Michele's son?" Her disbelief was clear. "That's right," Matteo said, just as the lock clicked open.

The metal cuffs loosened around his wrists, signaling his freedom. His eyes locked onto hers, catching the nervous flicker that passed through her gaze. Swallowing hard, Matteo sprang to his feet. "Matteo, we still have things to discuss. I'm supposed to meet with O'Brien and Michele tomorrow," she reminded him. "Good for you," he rumbled, circling the table. "If he's Michele's son, it's probably a trap," she added cautiously. "Probably," he agreed, yanking her chair back abruptly. Genevieve gasped as he hauled her up from the chair, scattering papers across the floor.

He lifted her easily onto the table and cupped her face in his hands, pulling her mouth to his in a fierce, desperate kiss that spoke of days of longing. She surrendered immediately, clutching his jumpsuit tightly, holding on as their tongues tangled in a heated dance. Her fingers threaded through his hair, tightening their grip until she yanked his head back. "You climbed on top of a table, Matteo? Seriously?" she gasped, breath coming fast and shallow. "Too much?" he asked, grinning as he drank in the depths of her blue eyes, memorizing every shade to savor later.

Gen shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips. "Did you get your point across, or should I expect more days of being turned away from my husband?" Matteo's expression softened as he saw the worry etched in her eyes. "I got everything I needed," he assured her. "I missed you," she whispered, loosening her grip just enough to guide his lips back to hers. "I haven't slept a moment without you by my side," he murmured before deepening their kiss. A soft moan slipped from Genevieve's lips as her hands pressed against his arms.

When he pulled away briefly, he gasped for air, then returned to her mouth with renewed hunger. "Let me see you," he whispered, tugging at the tie of her trench coat while still pressing his lips against hers. He stepped back to take her in fully, inhaling slowly. "Weakness..." he breathed. She was clad only in a garter belt beneath the coat. Her cheeks flushed pink as his eyes roamed over the smooth skin revealed. His arousal was painfully evident, swollen from five days without release. A low groan escaped him as his hands slid up her bare thighs.

He glanced at the timer-still over half an hour left. Now he faced a choice: punish her for meeting with the despicable O'Brien or reward her for sticking so closely to his plan and holding the family together in his absence. "I forgot to mention-I led the family meeting," she murmured. "The family-what now?" he asked, distracted by his dilemma. "Family meeting," she repeated. "Hmm, did they accept you, Donna?" he teased, using her nickname. Genevieve nodded. "What do you want me to do now?" Matteo bit his lip hard enough to draw blood.

"What I want you to do now..." he whispered, voice low and thick with desire. He pressed his palm against her sternum, pushing her back until she settled against the cold metal table. Leaning over her, he trailed his lips from her navel up to her breasts. "Matteo..." she sighed, breathless. "You were right, Weakness," he admitted. "I should've kept myself handcuffed because right now, the last thing I want to do is talk strategy." His weight pressed down on her as he ground himself against her bare core, supporting himself with palms braced on either side of her waist.

His head dipped to bite gently into her shoulder before his teeth traced a path to her ear. "You'll do whatever it takes to bring that asshole to his knees. And honestly, that's the best I can come up with because right now, that's all I can think about," he confessed before dropping to one knee. His hand slid up her calf to her thigh, lifting her leg over his shoulder. "Matteo..." she breathed again. "How much time do we have?" he asked, breath warm against her skin. Her body trembled as she moaned softly. "Thirty-one minutes." "Plenty of time," he murmured, lips descending to her clit.

Her hands tangled in his hair immediately, hips bucking against his mouth. She was already soaked, and he slipped two fingers inside her. Her entire lower body lifted off the table as she cried out his name. "Shhh, Weakness," he whispered against her, fingers moving steadily in and out of her wet heat. "The cameras are down, but the walls aren't soundproof." "Twenty-nine minutes," Gen hissed, making him chuckle softly. He hooked his fingers inside her, drawing a moan, then returned his mouth to her most sensitive spot. When he sensed her nearing climax, he pulled away and rose to his feet.

Pressing a hand to her stomach, he held her firmly against the table as he continued to pump his fingers inside her with rough, urgent strokes. Confident she wouldn't move, he released his hand to undo the buttons of his jumpsuit. "Wait for me," he growled as her eyes rolled back. "It won't take long, Gen." Freed, he plunged himself deep inside her in one swift thrust. Her eyes flew wide at the sudden invasion, and he groaned deeply, his entire body trembling at the feel of her warmth pulsing around him. He hovered over her, still, savoring the moment of reclaiming his woman.

"Twenty-seven minutes," she whispered, drawing a chuckle from him. He grunted as he pulled out and drove home again, making her cry out. Matteo's thrusts were rough, demanding, each one a deliberate claim. Her hips rose to meet his, desperate to show how much their time apart had affected her. Leaning over, he grabbed her hair, pulling her head back to kiss and suck the sensitive skin of her throat. The marks he'd left before were fading, but now he needed to reassert his possession. Everyone outside these walls would know she belonged to him-and only he knew how to make her feel that.

Genevieve shuddered, crying out his name as her orgasm crashed over her with fierce intensity. Her chest lifted from the table, toes curled, eyelids fluttered, and her mouth hung open as she gasped for air. Matteo sank his teeth into her shoulder, picking up his pace, desperate to join her in ecstasy. Her hands found his neck, nails digging into his flesh. The sting and her grip pushed him over the edge. He gasped as his climax tore through him. They stayed like that for a moment-Matteo's teeth still sunk into her shoulder, his body spent and soft inside her-both catching their breath.

He parted his lips to kiss the marks he'd left, trailing open-mouthed kisses along her sweat-slick collarbone. She arched her neck back, inviting him to continue upward. "Now... how are you doing, Weakness?" Matteo asked, still nestled inside her, with no intention of pulling away anytime soon. "Mm, better now," she sighed, stretching her arms above her head, making him shiver. "Thought so. And how's our baby?" he asked gently, lowering his lips to kiss her stomach. "Fine.

At least it's letting me eat meat now," she answered, fingers threading through his hair as he rested his head on the gentle curve of her belly. "Good. Be good to your momma," he whispered. "Can we talk about O'Brien now?" Gen asked with a soft chuckle. "And when do you plan on getting out of here?" "How much time do we have left?" he asked without lifting his head. "Twenty-three minutes," she replied. He lifted his head, circling his hips slowly. She stretched upward again, gasping as she felt him lengthen with her movement.

"Plenty of time," he said triumphantly, gripping her hips firmly before pulling out and sliding back inside her slick core. Conclusion The chapter closes on a tender yet charged reunion between Genevieve and Matteo, where vulnerability and desire intertwine amid the looming threats they face. Their intimate connection serves as a powerful reminder of the strength they draw from each other, even as the weight of their dangerous world presses close. In this moment, their love becomes both a refuge and a weapon, reinforcing their resolve to confront the challenges ahead together.

As they prepare to confront this looming threat, the fragile alliance within their family will be tested, and the true intentions of those around them may come to light. The emotional undercurrents between Genevieve and Matteo will continue to simmer, blending passion with the weight of their dangerous reality. Expect moments of vulnerability and strength as Genevieve steps further into her role within the family, balancing loyalty and survival.

Matteo's fierce protectiveness and desire to reclaim control hint at conflicts both external and internal, where every decision could have profound consequences. The tension between their personal connection and the harsh world they inhabit will keep readers on edge, eager to see how far they will go to protect each other and their future.