Accardi by allison franklin novel

You Were My Favorite Hurt, And My Hardest Goodbye by Ava Knight 97 Summary Genevieve watches with rapt attention as Matteo confidently enters the fighting ring, removing his dress shirt to reveal his toned physique. The crowd reacts enthusiastically, and Genevieve imagines an intimate moment with him later. Matteo faces his opponent, Christopher Anderson, in a tense standoff that quickly escalates into a fierce and brutal fight. Matteo's fighting style is savage and precise, overwhelming Anderson with rapid attacks that leave him bloodied and struggling to defend himself.

As the match progresses, Matteo dominates Anderson, forcing him to the mat several times and ultimately knocking him down for good. The referee declares Matteo the winner, and the crowd erupts in applause. Matteo, still energized and focused, heads toward the stairs, ignoring the noise around him. Genevieve calls out to him, but he is already gone, leaving only a charged silence behind. Moments later, Matteo appears in his office, his body still glistening with sweat and adrenaline.

Without hesitation, he pulls Genevieve into a passionate and intense encounter, his dominance from the ring transferring to their intimate moment. Their connection is fierce and electric, with Matteo's rough touches and commanding presence overwhelming Genevieve. Despite the blood from his fight, their passion only intensifies, culminating in a powerful and uninhibited release for both of them. Afterward, Matteo tenderly holds Genevieve, their fingers intertwining as their breathing slows.

He quietly asks if she got what she wanted, to which she can only silently affirm, still overwhelmed by the intensity of their shared experience. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below Chapter Ninety-Seven Genevieve's eyes remained fixed, utterly captivated, as Matteo strode confidently toward the ring. He gripped the ropes to hoist himself up and slipped inside the squared circle. The referee for the evening approached him, exchanging a few words, while Christopher Anderson stood poised on the opposite side of the mat, his gaze sharp and calculating.

Matteo turned his back to the referee, facing the window where Genevieve continued to watch intently. Slowly, deliberately, he began to unbutton his dress shirt, undoing his cufflinks with a practiced ease before peeling the shirt off completely. The crowd responded with appreciative applause and a few whistles, mostly from the women, and Genevieve couldn't help but smirk. She imagined resting her head against the hard planes of his chest that very night, feeling the taut muscles of his arms encircle her waist. The fierce intensity in his golden-green eyes would be locked onto her alone.

Matteo rolled his shoulders, stretching his hands with a fluid grace before turning to face his opponent. "Is he really going to fight in suit pants and Oxfords?" Genevieve asked, trying to sound casual as she discreetly wiped a small dribble of drool from the corner of her mouth. Frankie chuckled beside her. "Would you prefer if he did it naked?" Genevieve raised a skeptical eyebrow at the suggestion. "Jesus, woman," Frankie teased, "you clearly need to get laid." Before she could fire back a witty retort, the first bell rang sharply.

She pressed her palm against the cool window frame and leaned in closer, breath hitching as both fighters continued their silent standoff. Even from this distance, she could see the muscles in Matteo's back bunch and relax as he waited with deadly patience. "Can we get closer?" she breathed, barely able to contain her excitement. Frankie just laughed softly in reply. Suddenly, Matteo lunged forward. Genevieve gasped. Anderson tried to evade the attack, but Matteo's grip was lightning fast-he caught Anderson's wrist and twisted it sharply.

Anderson's face contorted in pain, his mouth opening involuntarily. Matteo followed up with a series of rapid jabs to Anderson's ribs, forcing him to bend over in a desperate attempt to shield himself. That movement left Anderson's head perfectly positioned for Matteo's knee to crash into his nose. Releasing his hold, Matteo watched as Anderson staggered back, cupping his now-broken, bleeding nose. Without hesitation, Matteo turned his back and walked toward the ropes, casting a brief, triumphant smirk up at the window.

Anderson charged at him, feet pounding the mat with a clumsy urgency that betrayed his desperation. Just before reaching Matteo, the fighter spun, but Matteo was ready-his fist slammed into Anderson's face with brutal force. Anderson didn't fall, instead spinning around to find himself trapped against the ropes. Matteo wasted no time. Anderson raised his hands, blocking a relentless barrage of fists. His arms dropped to fend off Matteo's knees, but a well-timed sweep of Matteo's leg sent Anderson crashing to the mat. Anderson rolled to the side and sprang back up, fists raised defiantly.

Genevieve watched in awe. Matteo's fighting style was unlike anything she had ever seen-not like Paul's, not like anyone else's. His attacks were savage, precise, and merciless. He didn't waste time exchanging words or waiting for openings; he struck with unyielding ferocity. Matteo advanced, ducking left and right to avoid Anderson's wild swings. Then, with a sudden burst, he drove his fists into Anderson's stomach before sweeping his leg again, sending Anderson down once more. This time, Matteo didn't let him escape.

He grabbed Anderson's ankle and dragged him across the mat, eyes flickering once again to the window where Genevieve stood. "Anderson likes to toy with his food? Come on, Accardi, end it already," Frankie said, a hint of disapproval coloring his tone. Genevieve tore her gaze away from Matteo to look at Frankie. "This is him just messing around?" Frankie rolled his eyes. "No, this is him showing off." Finally, Anderson managed to kick free from Matteo's grip. Matteo exhaled sharply, almost bored, and turned as Anderson sprang back to his feet, charging forward. Matteo crouched slightly.

When Anderson threw a haymaker, Matteo countered with three jabs to the stomach, followed by a sharp uppercut to the jaw. Anderson staggered back, blood streaming down his face from multiple cuts. He took a step backward before collapsing onto the mat. The referee moved in, not so much to enforce rules but to check if Anderson was still alive. Matteo was already stepping out of the ring as the referee pressed two fingers to Anderson's throat. The crowd fell into stunned silence, shock rippling through the room.

The referee whispered something to the announcer, who stepped forward with his microphone. "The winner of match seventeen... Accardi!" 3:39 pm M The room exploded with applause and cheers. Matteo ignored the noise, pushing through the crowd toward the stairs. He gripped the railings on either side of the stairwell and propelled himself upward with powerful momentum. "Frankie..." Genevieve called softly. "Gone," Frankie replied, already heading for the door. Genevieve pressed her body flat against the window as Frankie opened the door. Moments later, Matteo appeared.

Frankie slipped out carefully, avoiding contact with his boss, who stood in the doorway, chest heaving, sweat glistening on the taut muscles of his body. His skin shimmered with adrenaline, and his eyes-those fierce golden-green eyes-locked onto her with a promise so intense it made her heart race. Then he moved. Genevieve inhaled sharply as he strode into his office and slammed the door shut behind him. "Matteo... you should lock the-" "No one's coming through that door, Weakness," he growled before his bloody knuckles cupped her face, and he crushed his lips to hers.

Genevieve gasped at the salty tang of his mouth. The dominance he'd displayed in the ring carried over seamlessly to his treatment of her. His tongue invaded her mouth, exploring and claiming every corner with fierce hunger. He drove her head back against the glass with the same intensity he used to conquer his opponent. His hands slid down her body, pausing only to grip her breasts roughly through the fabric of her dress. Then, with a harsh tug, his fingers found the hem of her dress and yanked it up.

His lips left hers, and suddenly she was spun around, her back pressed to him and her front flattened against the cold glass. Matteo's breathing was ragged behind her. Even without touching her, she could feel his presence everywhere-electric, overwhelming. A slow smile spread across her face as she realized what had caught him off guard: she wasn't wearing any panties. She felt his palm glide over the bare curve of her ass before his fingers dug in, eliciting a moan from her at the delicious sting of pain.

Then she heard the telltale click of his belt being undone, and her body clenched with anticipation. His pants fell to the floor, and his hands settled firmly on her waist. Just like in the fight, Matteo wasted no time. Genevieve arched her back, a scream of pleasure escaping her lips as he entered her in one long, fierce thrust. Matteo hissed through clenched teeth. "Fuck, Gen, you're dripping. Did watching me get you this wet?" She could only nod, overwhelmed by the sensation, as he pulled out and thrust again, rough and demanding.

His palm pressed flat against the glass, anchoring himself as he rocked into her harder and harder. The room below was filled with oblivious people going about their evening, completely unaware that one floor above, she was being consumed by his savage passion. Matteo's sweaty skin slapped against her bare ass with each powerful thrust. The blood from his knuckles smeared across the glass before his hands dropped to grip her thighs, holding her steady as he pounded into her relentlessly. She stood on her toes, trying to lessen the height difference, and he groaned low in response.

The blood from his fight coated her thigh where he held her-it should have repulsed her, should have made her pull away or hesitate. But instead, it made her muscles clench tighter around him. Genevieve threw her head back as she neared her release. His hand rose, cupping her throat to keep her in position, elongating her body for his pleasure. His breath was rough against her ear. And then she came. Hard. Genevieve wasn't usually one to scream, but this time, she cried out without restraint, overwhelmed by one of the most intense orgasms she'd ever experienced.

She cursed, gasped, and screamed as waves of pinpoint pleasure flooded her nerves, leaving her feeling as if her muscles had melted into liquid fire. Matteo growled deep in his throat as her legs gave out beneath her. He lifted her effortlessly over his shoulder, carrying her around his desk. She heard the rustle of papers and the crash of something breaking on the floor. He set her feet down and bent her torso over the desk, still facing the window. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if he was as turned on by the unaware audience below as she was.

Then he entered her again, and all thoughts vanished. Matteo's thrusts grew wild and intense as he chased his own release. When he finally came, his cock slammed into her with a shout that echoed through the office. Her name reverberated off the walls as his fingers dug painfully into her hips, his legs trembling against hers. Then he collapsed forward, catching himself on one palm to avoid crushing her. His other hand slid forward to where she gripped the edge of the desk tightly. His fingers found hers, smoothing between them until she relaxed her hold and their fingers intertwined.

His forehead pressed against her shoulder blades, and it was several long minutes before their breathing slowed enough for words. "Did you get what you wanted, Weakness?" Matteo asked quietly. Genevieve couldn't find her voice. She was still reeling from everything he'd done to her. Holy fuck, yes, she thought silently, thank you. Conclusion This chapter masterfully captures the raw intensity of Matteo and Genevieve's connection, both in the physical and emotional realms.

Matteo's fierce dominance in the ring mirrors the passionate urgency he brings to their intimate moments, highlighting the powerful blend of vulnerability and strength that defines their relationship. Genevieve's awe and desire intertwine seamlessly with Matteo's unrelenting drive, creating a charged atmosphere where love and pain coexist in a thrilling dance. In the quiet aftermath of their shared climax, the tender intertwining of their fingers and the soft exchange of words reveal the depth beneath their fiery passion.

As Matteo's fierce dominance and raw vulnerability intertwine, the emotional stakes are bound to rise, revealing new layers of their relationship that neither of them expected. The aftermath of the fight and their passionate encounter will surely bring both tenderness and tension, challenging the boundaries they've set. At the same time, the shadow of Matteo's world-his rivals, his secrets, and the pressures that come with his lifestyle-looms just beyond the surface.

Conflicts may arise that test their trust and resilience, forcing Genevieve and Matteo to confront not only external threats but also the vulnerabilities they hide from each other. Readers can anticipate a chapter rich with emotional complexity, where desire and danger collide, pushing both characters toward choices that could change everything.