Fallen 11 Summary
In this chapter, Meadow and Alaric engage in a tense, charged interaction inside an SUV. Meadow tries to assert some control by making demands, but Alaric quickly reminds her that things will happen on his terms, not hers. His dominant tone and possessive attitude set the mood as he insists she obeys his rules, creating a power dynamic that both unsettles and excites Meadow.
Alaric orders the driver to leave, isolating them, and then commands Meadow to undress in the confined space of the vehicle. Despite her nervousness and inner turmoil, she complies, feeling both vulnerable and drawn to Alaric’s intense presence. His control over the situation is clear as he directs her every move, reinforcing his dominance.
The tension escalates as Alaric touches Meadow intimately, carefully exploring her body with deliberate, slow movements. Meadow experiences a mixture of fear, desire, and confusion, responding to his touch with growing intensity. Alaric’s teasing and commanding manner heighten the charged atmosphere, pushing Meadow to surrender to the moment despite her doubts.
After Meadow reaches a climax, Alaric calmly cleans himself and instructs her to dress again, showing a stark contrast between the heated intimacy and his cold, businesslike demeanor. The chapter ends with Meadow reflecting on the encounter, noting that Alaric never kissed her, leaving a lingering sense of emotional complexity amid the physical intensity.
CHAPTER 0011
Meadow’s Perspective:
“Making demands now, huh?” Alaric’s voice was low, teasing, yet edged with something sharper.
I lifted my chin defiantly, a small smile tugging at my lips despite the tension. “Think of it as a form of insurance,” I replied, striving to keep my tone steady, though a faint tremor betrayed my nerves.
For a moment, Alaric remained silent.
His hand moved thoughtfully to his jaw, fingers brushing over the stubble as if weighing my words carefully. Slowly, he turned to face me, and I caught a brief glint of amusement in his eyes—only to have it vanish, replaced by a darker, possessive gleam.
“That’s not how this works, Meadow,” he said, voice low and commanding.
I swallowed hard, masking my unease with a scoff. “But you said you’d give me whatever I want.”
“I did say that,” he admitted, his tone dropping even lower, “but not on your terms. On mine.”
His words felt absurd, almost laughable. What could that possibly mean? Giving me whatever I want, but only under his conditions? I struggled to wrap my mind around it.
His gaze was heavy, almost tangible, pressing down on me without a single touch. He leaned in, his mouth hovering mere inches from mine. “Do you still want it?”
I wanted to hesitate—really, I did—but my mouth moved before my brain could catch up.
“Yes,” I breathed.
A small twitch curved his lips. “Good.”
Just then, the driver had already stepped out of the SUV, and Alaric opened the door for me. A thrill of anticipation coursed through me as I thought about what awaited us on the jet.
But before I could even step out, his voice cut sharply through the air.
“Stay.”
I blinked, confused. “What?”
Without sparing me a glance, he rolled down the window as the driver approached his side.
“Take a walk,” he ordered the driver.
—
“Sir?” the driver questioned hesitantly.
Alaric finally looked his way. “You heard me. Leave. Now.”
Silence followed, then footsteps fading into the distance.
My heart pounded wildly as I closed the door behind me, turning to fix Alaric with a bewildered stare, brows knitting together.
“What are you—” Then realization hit hard, widening my eyes. “I thought this was going to happen on the jet!”
His head tilted slightly, a familiar smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “No, baby,” he murmured, voice dropping to a husky whisper. “You don’t get to decide where or when.”
His fingers traced lightly over my knee, clad in denim. “You want me to make you come with my fingers?” His hand slid higher, toward my thigh. “Then you follow my rules.”
A shiver ran down my spine, equal parts nervousness and something else I couldn’t quite name. “And what if I say no?”
He leaned in closer, those deep ink-blue eyes locking with mine. “Then you don’t get what you want.”
Oh God.
What on earth was I doing? What had I gotten myself into?
A tense silence stretched before I blurted out, “What about your meeting?”
Alaric’s jaw flexed, and I could have sworn he rolled his eyes. “I’m the damn CEO, Meadow,” he said, voice cold and commanding all at once. “I make the schedule. Now strip.”
My breath hitched. “W-what?”
“Stop making me repeat myself,” he said, eyes never leaving mine.
Suddenly, the SUV felt suffocating—too hot, too cramped. I wasn’t claustrophobic, but right now, it might as well have been a cage.
My hands trembled as they moved to the zipper of my jeans, fumbling nervously. Alaric watched patiently, like a predator sizing up his prey.
When I began to shimmy out of the jeans, lifting my hips slightly, I felt the heat of his gaze burning into my skin.
But I couldn’t meet his eyes. Not yet.
The denim pooled around my ankles, and I kicked the jeans off, now sitting in nothing but my top and a thin pair of black panties.
—
“Meadow,” he said firmly, voice cutting through the thick tension. “Look at me.”
My heart pounded so loudly I thought he might hear it. Slowly, I obeyed.
His eyes had darkened, the blue fading into something nearly black. “Lie back.”
In my mind, I whispered, *Oh my God. Oh my God.*
This was really happening. The leather seat stuck to my thighs as I shifted, leaning back against the seat.
My hands trembled uncontrollably.
Alaric slipped off his jacket, revealing a crisp button-down shirt and slacks. He shifted until he was just inches away from me. His palm brushed the inside of my thigh, and I gasped sharply.
“Are you still sure about this?” he asked, withdrawing his hand, his face a mask of pure desire.
“Yes,” I whispered back.
“Spread your legs.”
I obeyed without hesitation.
Alaric didn’t touch me immediately. Instead, he simply watched, the car filled with a charged silence that made my veins hum with electricity.
When his hand finally returned to the inside of my thigh, I bit down hard on a moan.
“You’re shaking,” he murmured. “Are you scared?”
“No,” I said, voice cracking as I swallowed. “Not of you.”
“Keep your eyes on me.” His hand paused just above the edge of my panties. I did as he said, and he smirked. “Good girl.”
Oh God.
His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, and I gasped again, every nerve alight. The slow, deliberate stroke of his index finger was torturously perfect—no rush, just control.
“Fuck, Meadow. You’re soaked.” His voice was a low growl.
“Shut up,” I breathed, closing my eyes.
“Don’t hide from me now, baby.”
He slid one finger between my folds, slow and teasing, brushing just enough over my clit to make my hips jerk involuntarily.
“Have you ever done this before?”
I swallowed hard, deciding to be honest. “Yes. By myself. I never let Tyler—”
Alaric’s hand froze, his jaw tightening. “Don’t finish that,” he growled. “Don’t give me another reason to saw his hand off.”
Then, he brushed my clit again, and I gasped anew. The thought of Alaric maiming Tyler somehow made the moment even hotter—and I knew he noticed.
He hummed softly as his middle finger circled my opening. “You liked that, didn’t you?”
“Maybe,” I gasped, clutching the leather seat for support.
“You’re going to have to be quiet for me, Meadow. Can you do that?”
I wasn’t sure if I could, but I nodded anyway.
Alaric slid a finger inside me. My body jerked, and I clamped a hand over my mouth, barely muffling the sound escaping me.
His movements were slow at first—gentle but firm. He moved with precision, his eyes never leaving mine, as if he was studying me, learning every secret of my body. Like he had all the time in the world.
“That’s it,” he murmured, adding another finger. “Just like that.”
His fingers stretched me, stinging slightly but in a delicious way.
Too delicious.
I writhed against him, gripping his arm as I chased a feeling I didn’t fully understand. “Alaric—”
“Let go,” he ordered, curling his fingers just right. “You wanted this, baby girl. Take it.”
His thumb circled my clit just as he hit a spot deep inside me.
My whole body clenched.
My back arched.
I came with a cry muffled by my own hand, trembling under the overwhelming pleasure.
But Alaric didn’t stop—not until the last tremor had passed.
—
When he finally withdrew his hand, he grabbed a tissue from the armrest and wiped his fingers clean, tucking it casually into his back pocket as if nothing had happened.
Meanwhile, I was struggling to remember how to breathe, speak, or even move.
*Get a grip, girl,* my mind scolded. *It was only his fingers.*
“Get your jeans back on,” Alaric said smoothly. “I’m late for my meeting.”
He opened the door and stepped out, leaving me a flustered, panting mess in the back of the car.
Halfway through pulling my jeans back up, the realization hit me hard.
He hadn’t even kissed me.
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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