Fallen 10

Fallen 10 Summary

Meadow reflects on the unexpected turn her life has taken, finding herself on a private jet with her billionaire husband, Alaric, instead of marrying the man she once thought was her true love. The situation feels surreal and heavy with unspoken emotions. As they travel in silence, Meadow is acutely aware of the ring on her finger—Alaric’s ring—and the complex feelings it stirs within her.

 

Alaric’s quiet intensity fills the car, his demeanor both intimidating and magnetic. When Meadow asks about the customized ring, he responds with a teasing smirk, sparking a charged exchange between them. Their conversation reveals a mix of tension, desire, and unresolved conflict, with Alaric confident and provocative, challenging Meadow’s resistance and stirring feelings she struggles to control.

 

The dialogue between them grows more intimate and daring, with Alaric boldly asserting his claim over Meadow and teasing her about her hidden desires. Meadow feels both flustered and drawn to him, battling her own emotions as Alaric’s words and presence unsettle her deeply. Despite her attempts to maintain composure, she is visibly affected by his attention and the intensity of their connection.

 

As they arrive at the private jet, the tension between them remains palpable. Alaric promises to continue their conversation onboard, leaving Meadow both anxious and longing. In a moment of vulnerability and boldness, she admits a desire to him, asking him to make her come with his fingers, signaling a shift in their relationship and her willingness to embrace the complicated passion between them.

Meadow’s POV:

If someone had told me just a week ago that I’d be boarding a private jet with my billionaire husband instead of marrying the man I once believed was the love of my life, I would have thought they were out of their minds. Honestly, I might have even wished they were committed somewhere, just to be safe.

But here I was. This was no dream or cruel joke. It was happening—right now.

Maybe later, when I was alone, I’d sit down, let the weight of my choices sink in, and regret my foolishness. But at this very moment?

Right now, all I could do was sit quietly in the backseat of a sleek black SUV, the air inside thick with the scent of leather and wealth. The tinted windows shielded me from the outside world as we sped toward the airport.

My fingers fidgeted nervously in my lap, occasionally brushing against the heavy ring on my finger.

His ring.

It was impossible to ignore. The ring was exquisite, substantial—something that demanded attention and wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

Especially with Alaric sitting beside me, looking every bit like the devil incarnate—one ankle crossed casually over the other knee, his pristine red-soled shoes glaring at me as if I’d committed some unforgivable offense.

Since we’d gotten into the car, he hadn’t uttered a single word. His silence was unusual, almost unsettling, as if he were lost deep in thought.

I desperately wanted to peek inside that brilliant mind of his, to understand what was running through his head.

I fought the urge to glance at him, but that was a battle I was doomed to lose from the start. His suit jacket hung open, the cuffs of his shirt rolled up just enough to reveal the intricate tattoo winding around his forearm.

“You’re staring,” his voice cut through the thick silence, sharp enough to make me jump.

Alaric turned toward me, his face composed but with a flicker of amusement dancing in those striking blue eyes. I cleared my throat awkwardly and looked away, pretending to examine the ring on my finger.

“You mentioned earlier that the ring was customized,” I said cautiously. “What exactly did you mean by that?”

A small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I suppose I was foolish to think you’d let that question go after I dodged it the first time.”

Heat crept up my cheeks. “Well, I’m not the type to leave things unanswered. I hate not knowing.” I exhaled sharply at the look he was giving me—intense, unreadable.

He wasn’t glaring or staring in any threatening way, but just being near him was intimidating. It was easier to pretend I was fine when we were in the spacious penthouse, but here, cramped in this car, his woody, musky scent overwhelmed my senses.

He hummed softly. “Then I’ll leave you to hate it.”

“Really?” I rolled my eyes, half amused, half exasperated. “You’re going to keep secrets from your own wife?”

I mentally slapped myself for saying that. I hadn’t planned to speak so bluntly. Alaric’s gaze dropped to my mouth, and I realized I’d been biting my lower lip—hard.

I let go.

“I take it you’ve had time to think about my offer?” His voice was flat, almost indifferent, but I knew better. He cared. Deeply.

The way his body had reacted to my touch back at the penthouse told me that whether I accepted or refused, Alaric wasn’t about to let me slip away.

But, like I said, I wasn’t going to make it easy for him.

“Maybe,” I sighed, “or maybe I was just rehearsing our breakup—or annulment—speech.”

His eyes darkened as he slowly scanned me, voice low and deliberate. “Then maybe you’re not ready to be fucked like…” He paused, eyes burning into mine, “…someone who deserves to be worshipped.”

A sharp gasp escaped me, and my eyes darted to the driver, who I was sure had overheard everything. He’d been practically invisible until now, but with Alaric’s bluntness, it felt like the man was silently judging me through the rearview mirror.

“Excuse me?” I forced a laugh, folding my arms tightly to hide how my thighs had instinctively pressed together.

Alaric didn’t flinch. “You heard me.”

“I did,” I snapped back, “and now I’m trying to decide if I’m shocked… or disgusted.”

He uncrossed his legs and turned fully toward me, a dark smirk playing on his lips. “You’re not disgusted. You’re turned on. You just don’t know how to deal with it yet.”

I swallowed hard, heat rising in my throat. “You think very highly of yourself.”

“I don’t have to,” he replied quietly. “I just pay attention.”

His eyes dropped to my thighs, and I squeezed them tighter, shooting him a sharp glare.

Alaric remained unfazed. “The way you look at me—like you want to crawl under my skin but hate yourself for it?” His gaze pierced me, and his hand reached out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “I’d bet good money your panties are soaked right now.”

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered, turning toward the window, furious that what he said was the absolute truth and hating myself for how easily aroused I was. “You’re insane.”

“I’m honest.” His hand moved to my chin, gently turning my face toward his. Then he leaned in just slightly—not too close, but close enough for me to feel his minty breath brushing my skin as he spoke.

“And you’re mine, Meadow.” His thumb traced along my jaw, inching toward my lower lip.

I wanted him to touch it. God, I wanted him to touch me everywhere. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure he could hear it.

“You said yes once. Say it again. This time, sober.”

I couldn’t speak. My skin tingled, my mind fogged, and words refused to come.

Alaric smirked. “Now, where’s that smart mouth when I need it?” His voice dropped lower, eyes locked on my lips.

My mouth parted, but silence remained.

“So many things I could do to this pretty mouth,” he murmured.

I sucked in a breath as warmth pooled deep in my stomach. Alaric knew exactly what he was doing—delighting in teasing me, reminding me of all I’d miss if I declined his offer.

And yes, I could have said no. I could have walked away and found someone else to share that moment with.

But for some twisted reason, I wanted that person to be Alaric Ashford.

Not because he was Tyler’s boss—that was just a bonus, as Alaric himself had said.

“I—”

“We’re here, sir,” the driver interrupted smoothly.

We’d arrived at the sleek black private jet, the SUV slowing to a stop as the driver moved to open the door.

Alaric reclined as if he hadn’t just unraveled me with mere words. “We’ll finish this conversation on the plane.”

My eyes squeezed shut, a shiver running down my spine as he pulled his hand away from my cheek. I wanted him to touch me again—this time in places beyond my face.

I should have crossed my legs, looked away, steeled myself and remembered who I was before all this.

But the warmth spreading low in my belly drowned out reason.

“I want something,” I whispered.

Alaric raised a brow. “Say it.”

“You said you’d give me whatever I want, right?”

“Yes.”

I leaned in, reaching for his hand, my thumb brushing his knuckles. I swallowed hard.

“Then I want you to make me come… with your fingers.”

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