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CHAPTER 0124

Meadow’s POV:

Alaric didn’t say a word, but he grew tense behind me, and I could swear that I heard him swallow.

I wasn’t done speaking. “But what I want right now… is for you to fuck me against this glass–whether these people are watching or not.”

“Fuck,” Alaric cursed roughly. “You’re so fucking perfect, baby. So beautiful. Such a good girl.” He stepped backward to give me a little room. “Now, bend over for me, and don’t take your hands off that window.”

I did exactly as he said.

The glass was cool against my palm, and Alaric pulled my hips back against him. My fingers trembled- my entire body, in fact. My core clenched continuously, aching for him. Aching for his cock.

I just told Alaric what I wanted, and now he was going to give it to me.

“You have no fucking idea how hearing you say that made me feel, baby,” he rasped just as I heard the sound of his belt undoing and the distant sound of the zipper going down.

The women in the room were still going at it, only now, they seemed to be using some kind of two–way dildo, one bouncing on and riding her partner so intensely.

Fuck. I couldn’t wait for Alaric to fuck me.

His hand pushed my dress up and bunched it around my waist, and then his hands trailed down and up my thighs again, grazing against the garters. “Spread your legs for me, doe.”

I obeyed without question, arching my back as he hooked one knee between mine, positioning himself properly behind me.

For a second, I thought I might go blind with need. My breaths came out short and shallow, my hands still pressing against the glass, and then my eyes shifted to the women again. Their cries and moans filtered into my ears, and more wetness pooled in my core.

His pushed my panties to the side. “I’m going to fuck you now, baby,” Alaric rasped right before I felt the head of his cock swiping up and down my folds, drenching himself with my essence. “And after tonight, you’ll be mine to do as I please. You’ll be my perfect good girl, won’t you?”

“Yes.” A sound between a moan and gasp escaped me as Alaric pushed his thick length into my hole, stretching me so fucking good in this position. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be, daddy.”

“That’s right,” he hissed, pulling out and slamming into me so hard that I cried out in pleasure. I wondered if those people were watching me–not because I was ashamed. I wasn’t.

I just wondered if they were getting their fill from watching us.

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Alaric fucked me relentlessly, being generous with his spanks and his grunts while I pushed back against him just to match his long, hard thrusts.

“This body is mine,” he rasped. “This ass, this pussy… it’s all mine, baby girl. And I’m going to ruin you so fucking good.”

A sob tore out of me because this was exactly all I had been imagining, and more. “Oh, daddy…”

“You gonna be a good little slut for me?”

“Yes!” I cried. “Oh god, yes!”

Alaric leaned over me, and I felt his lips graze the shell of my ear. “Good girl,” he whispered. “Look how well you take this cock.” And then his grip tightened on my hips and he began to increase his pace.

My mouth fell open, and I was unable to speak. All I could do was feel. Feel and watch. The women seemed to be approaching their orgasm and I could sense mine impending as well. Alaric delivered another spank to my ass and my back arched, knees nearly buckling as my orgasm crashed into me at the same time I heard the women cry out.

Alaric fucked me through the orgasm, his groans turning gutteral as I felt him tense behind me. And a few thrusts later and he was spilling inside of me, his cum warm and thick and so… goddamn satisfying.

He remained pressed against me for a moment, breathing into my neck. “That was perfect,” he muttered after a while. “You did so fucking good, baby. Like always.”

He shifted my panties and gown back in place and that was when I turned around to face him properly. He didn’t even give me a chance to respond before he was kissing me feverishly, moaning into my mouth.

“You mouth still tastes like your pussy,” he murmured against my mouth. A light laughter escaped me.

“Thank you,” I said after a while.

Alaric’s brows furrowed. “For what?”

“For bringing me here,” I admitted. “I’m glad you did.”

He didn’t say a word at first, he just stroked my cheek with his thumb. And then he spoke. “You ready to

go? I’m not quite done with you yet. I want to get you into bed.”

A shiver ran down my spine. “Um, yeah. I just need to use the bathroom. For real this time,” I added when

he arched his brow at me.

Alaric gave my ass a light spank as I walked away from him. “Meet me at the car.”

I took about five minutes to pee and freshen up, and another five minutes to stare at my flushed… glowing face.

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Alaric made me happy–I couldn’t deny that. And I trusted him. But I didn’t know if I trusted him enough to give him my heart. Well, not like he asked for it.

But what if he did?

I scoffed out loud at that. Wishful thinking, that’s what it was. However, I couldn’t deny the fact that my

heart was already opened to him.

All that was left for him to do was take it.

When I was finished, I made my way out of the club, a new feeling of excitement washing over me.

Did this all mean Alaric was finally going to show me the tether room? I had a good feeling about that.

I approached Alaric’s car, ready to ask him about it, but something stopped me in my tracks.

Voices.

Two angry male voices.

One of them was Alaric’s, and the other… the other was unmistakably Nolan’s voice.

What on earth was going on?

“Scheiße,” I heard Nolan curse in German. “What the fuck, Ric?”

It was dark enough that they couldn’t see me, and maybe I wasn’t supposed to be doing it, but I decided to

just stay and listen to what they were arguing about.

How did Nolan even know we were here? When did he get here?

“You’re in no position to speak to me like that, Nolan,” Alaric growled.

“Neither are you in any position to scold me after marrying the fucking enemy.”

I stopped breathing.

Enemy?

“Shut the fuck up,“Alaric gritted out. “You know nothing about Meadow.”

“Oh, I think I know enough, Alaric.” Nolan stepped closer to Alaric, his fists clenched at his sides. “Her father killed ours, and that’s all I need to fucking know about her.”

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Fallen

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Fallen Summary & Review: Fallen

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.