Fallen 83

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CHAPTER 0083

Meadow’s POV:

I failed.

I failed the fucking test. And now Alaric wasn’t going to give me what I wanted.

But I couldn’t help it. The onslaught of emotions and the pleasure and the pain just… it was too much. And so I gave in. The worst part about this was knowing that this was only a glimpse of what Alaric could and would do to me if I had passed.

And I couldn’t take it.

My throat tightened as Alaric uncuffed the spreader bar from my ankles. I was breathing hard, trying to swallow. He kissed my ankles, rubbing against them with his thumb even though they weren’t sore. Something fluttered inside of me.

A few seconds passed before I felt him pull the plugs out of my ear. Relief washed over me like a wave when he gently loosened the blindfold, the silk sliding against my skin as he took it off.

The first thing I saw was his face. The corners of his mouth were slightly curved, eyes glinting with dark

amusement. How was… How was he amused right now?

Alaric leaned over, his lips brushing over my temple in a soft kiss. “Good girl,” he whispered. “You did it.”

My voice was like air when I replied. “I failed. What do you mean I…” I trailed off as realization slammed

into me hard. He wanted me to fail.

“You rigged it, didn’t you?” I breathed as Alaric worked on the handcuffs, taking them away from my

wrists. “You wanted me to fail.”

Anger swirled in my stomach, making its way up my chest. Why would he do something like that?

“I didn’t rig it, Meadow,” he replied simply. “You failed because you couldn’t handle it. I didn’t even push

you too hard.”

My nostrils flared and I sat up, running my hand through my hair. “You didn’t push me too hard? Alaric, you edged me more times than I could count. How is that not pushing me too hard?”

Alaric was standing right in front of me, and from my position on the bed, I was at eye level with his bulge. His very hard, protruding bulge.

It was so hard I was surprised his cock hadn’t even burst out of his pants yet. But that wasn’t the focus of this conversation.

He smirked as he reached out to cup my face with a rough palm. “Trust me, baby,” he murmured. “If you thought that test was hard, then I’m sorry to say it, but you’re nowhere ready for the tether room yet.”

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A frown pulled at my mouth. “You think I’m weak, don’t you?”

“No,” he replied without hesitation, his eyes flashing as they dropped to my breasts. “You’re perfect, Meadow. Fucking perfect.”

My lips parted, ready to argue, but the words got caught in my throat when he pushed me further into the bed, coming on top of me so he was hovering. Alaric shoved out a breath as he trailed his hand up my naked body, leaning in to brush his crooked nose against my cheek.

“Perfect,” he repeated into my ear, softer this time. “But not ready.”

I didn’t know if the words were supposed to hurt as much as they did, but they cut me deeply. My chest ached like he had struck me harder than when he slapped my pussy. I wanted to scream, to tell him that I was ready, that I just needed to prove it. But my body betrayed me, burying my anger and frustration as it

trembled under his touch.

I was still soaking wet between my thighs.

“You…” I swallowed hard, glaring at him when he pulled back to look at me even though my cheeks

burned. “Did you enjoy watching me break, Alaric?”

His mouth curved. “I enjoyed watching you fight to pass the test,” he corrected, his voice deep and smooth as butter as he pressed a quick kiss to my mouth. “But I won’t enjoy destroying you, Meadow. And

that is what would happen if I let you into the tether room too soon.”

Something inside me snapped at his words. That was what I wanted! God help me, I needed him to destroy me. I wanted to know what he was holding back, what more he thought I couldn’t handle.

But all I managed was a damn whisper. “Then what am I supposed to do?”

He reached for my lower lip again, dragging it down until my lips parted for him.

“You’ll keep learning,” he muttered. “One test at a time, until I know you can take everything I want to

give you.”

I gasped when he rocked his lower half into me, directly against my clit. And then he kissed me deep and slow, as as if he was reminding me that I was his.

“You ready for the next lesson, Doe?”

My eyes widened, and a fresh wave of heat shot to my core. “Lesson? What lesson?”

Alaric smirked, scraping his teeth over his bottom lip lightly. “How to take your husband’s cock like a pro.”

My breath caught in my throat, his words filtering into my ears and settling deep into me. I let out a nervous laugh, involuntarily arching into him. “Oh really? What’s point one then?” I teased.

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Alaric’s smirk darkened as he gripped my jaw. “You let me in, baby,” he murmured. “And you take it. Every single inch, every thrust I give you. You take your husband’s cock like it was made for you. Because

it is.”

I whimpered before I knew what I was doing. My thighs trembled as he ran his hand up them once, making his way to my core. He ran a finger through my slit, humming.

“Looks like my wife is ready to take her lesson.”

I tried to wrap my head around the fact that this was actually happening. That Alaric and I were finally about to have sex. That I was about to feel a cock–his cock–inside my walls for the very first time.

Alaric pushed off the bed, taking off his belt and pushing his pants and briefs down all at once. My tongue dried in my throat as his cock sprang heavy and curved, the piercings underneath his shaft that I’d only seen once glinting in the dim light.

“Alaric…” I breathed as he wrapped a hand around his cock, running it up and down the shaft, not taking his eyes off me except when he reached for the bedside table and pulled out a drawer.

When he looked back at me, he had a foil wrapper in his hand.

“Are you scared, Doe?” His voice was rough as he stepped toward the bed. “Come here.”

I sat up instantly, and he tore the condom wrapper open with his teeth and stretched it out for me to take. “Roll this over my cock.”

Slowly, and with shaky hands, I took the condom out of the wrapper, scooting to the very edge as Alaric’s cock jerked in my face. And then, I rolled it over his length. He groaned as I did it. “Fuck, baby. Your hands feel so fucking good on this cock.”

Just to tease him, I wrapped my hand around him when I was done, pressing a kiss to the head.

“This belongs to you, Doe,” Alaric murmured. “And tonight, I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

Heat shot through me, and so did fear.

How was he going to fit inside of me? He was so… big. And pierced.

In a flash, Alaric reached for me, hooking his hands under my thighs as he tossed me back onto the bed. His mouth moved to my breasts almost instantly, licking and sucking on my hard nipples.

“Alaric…” I moaned, and it turned into a whimper when he slid his cock through my folds, coating himself with my wetness as his eyes darkened with lust. “Fuck, you’re dripping, baby. You’ve been leaking all over the sheets all night.” He moved up so his lips were on my jaw. “You want this more than you want to even breathe.”

“Yes,” I gasped, raising my hips helplessly. “Please, daddy. Fuck me.” 1

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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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Meadow Russell arrives at an upscale hotel, heart fluttering with excitement and nerves. She’s about to marry the love of her life, Tyler, in a small, private ceremony — just the two of them. Clutching her bag, she approaches the front desk with a smile. “Hi, I have a reservation. Meadow Russell.”

But from the very first second, something feels off.

The receptionist’s red-painted lips curl into a mocking sneer, and her colleague exchanges a strange look with her. Meadow’s cheerful tone falters as confusion settles in. The woman scoffs, “You’re kidding, right?” The disbelief in her tone makes Meadow’s stomach twist. She frowns, insisting there must be a mistake, but both receptionists continue to look at her with something close to pity — and something else she can’t quite name.

Then comes the shocker.

According to the hotel records, she’s already checked in. Two hours ago. With a man. The receptionist even claims to have spoken with her — complimenting her “cute top.” The same white crop top with the word “BRIDE” written across it that she’s wearing now.

Meadow tries to rationalize it. Maybe Tyler had checked in under her name. Maybe it’s a simple mix-up. She laughs nervously and explains that her fiancé must have done it for convenience. But both receptionists seem unconvinced. One of them finally sighs and hands her a spare keycard, muttering, “I hope you get things sorted out.”

On her way up to the room, Meadow’s heart pounds in her chest. Something feels horribly wrong, but she refuses to believe it. Tyler would never do anything to hurt her. They’ve been planning this wedding for months — their dream elopement. She tries to calm herself, breathing in and out as the elevator ascends, but her hands won’t stop shaking.

When she finally reaches the room and swipes the keycard, her worst fears materialize before her eyes.

The moment the door opens, the sound hits her first — muffled moans, heavy breathing, the rhythmic creak of the bed. Then she sees them.

Her twin sister, Juniper, straddling Tyler, his hands gripping her hips as he thrusts into her without restraint.

The world stops. The bag slips from Meadow’s trembling hands and lands with a soft thud. The scene before her feels like a cruel joke — something ripped out of a nightmare. Her vision blurs with tears, her body frozen in disbelief.

For a full minute, she just stands there. Watching. Waiting. Hoping someone would scream “gotcha” and end this cruel trick.

But there’s no misunderstanding to clear up. No mistake. No illusion.

Her twin sister moans again, whispering, “Yes, that’s it, baby,” as if to drive the knife deeper into Meadow’s heart.

Something inside her shatters.

“Juniper…? Tyler?” she finally manages to whisper, her voice barely recognizable.

They both turn, startled. Tyler’s face twists in shock, then panic. He pushes Juniper off him, stammering, “Meadow, I swear, I thought she was you!”

It’s a pathetic excuse. One that doesn’t even make sense.

Juniper doesn’t even bother covering herself. She just smirks, tossing her messy hair over her shoulder like a queen enjoying the chaos she’s created. “Oh, please,” she scoffs. “It’s time we drop the act. This has been going on for a while.”

Meadow stumbles back, staring between them. “What are you talking about?”

Her twin rolls her eyes. “You really didn’t think he loved you, did you?”

It hits Meadow all at once — the hotel mix-up, the receptionist’s strange looks, the duplicate “Meadow Russell” check-in. Juniper had stolen her identity, her name, her wedding — and the man she loved.

Tyler tries to approach her again, naked and unashamed. He grabs her jaw gently, his expression hard. “You thought I loved you, Meadow? No. Juni’s the love of my life.”

The words pierce like knives.

Every memory — every kiss, every late-night conversation, every promise he made — turns to ash. She had believed in him completely, trusted him with her heart. And all along, he’d been sharing that same intimacy with her twin sister.

Meadow stares at Juniper, still unable to process it. The last time she saw her twin was two years ago. They’d grown apart after Juniper’s endless trail of lies and manipulation had driven a wedge between them. Juniper had always been the beautiful, daring, chaotic one — the one who got what she wanted, no matter who she hurt. But never, not in her darkest thoughts, had Meadow imagined she would do this.

Juniper laughs again, the sound sharp and cruel. “She’s in shock, baby. Maybe we should help her out of her misery,” she says mockingly, then pulls Tyler into another kiss right in front of her.

That’s when Meadow realizes this isn’t a mistake. This isn’t a sudden betrayal. It’s a plan.

Her sister had known exactly what she was doing. She had tracked Meadow down, learned about the wedding, and swooped in like a vulture to destroy what little happiness she had built. The matching outfit, the fake check-in — all of it was deliberate.

The pain turns into rage. Her tears blur her sight, her breath coming out in shaky bursts. Every muscle in her body screams at her to turn around, to run far away from the two people who’ve just ripped her soul apart.

But she doesn’t move.

She stands there, trembling, her heart breaking piece by piece as she watches her sister smirk and her fiancé — her almost-husband — stand there unashamed, not even offering a shred of remorse.

Tyler and Juniper exchange a look, and she realizes — they’re enjoying this. They want her to see. To suffer.

Meadow’s hands ball into fists. She feels like she’s watching her life crumble in real time, and there’s nothing she can do but breathe through the ache and pray she doesn’t collapse.

Every part of her screams that this is the moment she loses everything — her trust, her love, her family.

And yet, deep inside, a spark ignites — not of despair, but of something darker. A promise that this won’t be the end of her story.

Because betrayal that deep doesn’t fade. It carves itself into your bones. And Meadow Russell — heartbroken, humiliated, and hollow — walks out of that hotel room knowing one thing for certain.

She will never forgive them.

And one day, they will both pay for what they’ve done.