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CHAPTER 0166

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CHAPTER 0166

Meadow’s POV:

My lips parted, but no sound came out. Alaric cocked a brow, waiting for my response. The look in his eyes dared me to refuse. To back down.

But I didn’t.

I wouldn’t.

I could take it, and I was going to take it.

Alaric’s fingers brushed over the side of my wrist right before he fastened the second cuff, lifting me a bit higher until my feet weren’t even touching the floor anymore. I was at eye–level with him now, my nipples were hard, tight against the fabric of my bra.

His gaze dropped to my boobs and back to my eyes. “I’m waiting, baby.”

For a second, my brows drew together in confusion, but then I remembered. He wanted me to pick a safe word. My teeth came down on my bottom lip and Alaric’s jaw clenched. He leaned in, swiping his tongue along my lower lip and making me melt. But then, he tugged it out with his teeth, nibbling on my lip with a precision that made me want to reach for him and pull him closer.

But I couldn’t. Because my hands were tied, literally. I moaned in frustration. “This isn’t fair,” I complained when he pulled away from me, yelping as he delivered a spank to my ass.

His head tilted slightly. “Punishments aren’t meant to be fair, doe. Now, spread those legs for me or I’ll do it myself.”

My thighs rubbed together involuntarily, seeking friction of their own. Alaric’s brow went up when he noticed.

“You’re going to render me helpless?” I breathed.

“Are you complaining?” His gaze dropped to my hard nipples. “Doesn’t look like you are.”

I started to roll my eyes but the hard stare he gave me stopped me.

“The more you complain, the more you don’t get what you want,” he whispered, running a hand through my hair. Underneath the red hue, everything about this seemed so… dangerous.

Sinful.

“Safe word, Meadow,” Alaric said. “Or I’ll give you one of my own, and I promise you, this time you won’t be able to remember what it is.” His voice was stern, but the look in his eyes let me know that he was only joking.

I decided to play along. “Give me one then,” I whispered. “You know I love it when you speak German to me.” I let my eyes fall to his mouth and I bit down on my bottom lip again.

Alaric clenched his jaw. I was being naughty again, but I couldn’t help it.

Seeing him lose control over me was one thing I would never be able to get enough of.

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CHAPTER 0166

He didn’t say another word to me, he just got on his knees and reached for one of my ankles.

And then he pulled it to one end of the cross.

“You want to be a brat,” he said calmly, and a shiver racked through my spine as I felt the padded leather cuff around my ankle. “So I’ll treat you like one.”

“Alaric”

“Safe word, Meadow.”

I swallowed hard. Alaric pulled my other ankle and secured the second cuff, and now I was fully spread on the cross, body offered up to him like I was some sort of sacrifice. My skin heated up as he rose to his feet, slowly- very slow–dragging his dark gaze up my lace–clad body. When his eyes met mine, his lips curved wickedly.

I sucked in a breath, but I still refused to pick a safe word. Instead, I said: “Do your worst.”

An expression I couldn’t read flashed in his eyes. “Oh, baby,” he murmured, stepping closer to me. His tattooed arm flexed as he raised his hand, brushing it lightly against my cheek. So light that my eyelids fluttered. “You still don’t get it, do you? I’m not going to do my worst.” He paused, glancing to the left for a second before returning his gaze to me. “I’m going to do just enough to make you beg for more.”

An involuntary whimper escaped my lips.

“Such an angelic sound,” he murmured. “I hope to hear more of that tonight.”

Without another word, Alaric walked away from me, his muscles rippling beneath his shirt as he moved. I tugged on the cuffs, knowing that they wouldn’t give way but still doing it anyway.

He moved toward the wall, where a black iron grid stuck, and hanging from it were a bunch of… instruments. More chains.

But that wasn’t what he reached for. He opened a drawer, and my stomach tightened as I wondered what he wanted to bring out. I was completely helpless against the restraints, bared to him, only for him to do whatever he wanted with me.

Seconds later, he returned, holding something in his hand. A few things, actually.

“What’s that?” I breathed, narrowing my gaze at his hand as I tried to figure out what they were.

“You’ll find out,” he replied huskily.

The next thing Alaric did was to reach for my boobs and tug down the fabric of my bra until it was beneath the flesh. He moved so quickly that I was surprised he didn’t rip it off my chest.

And then, I realized what the items were.

“Alaric…” I trailed off with a whimper.

Nipple clamps. That’s what was in his hand all along.

“Shhh,” he shushed me, and without another word, attached them to my nipples.

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Something between a hiss and a sob escaped my mouth and my back arched, pushing my breasts more in front of his face.

“Does it hurt?” Alaric asked, voice low and silky.

My jaw ticked. I could sense the amusement in his tone. He was trying to make me regret not picking a safe word. Yes, it hurt. It hurt badly. It felt like someone was pinching my nipples with so much force like they wanted to pull them from my breasts.

However, not long after, the pain began to dull down a little, and all of a sudden, my body was aware of everything. Heat pooled between my thighs and I swallowed, dragging my gaze back to Alaric, who was already looking at me.

He slid his hand down my side, tugging at the waistband of my panties even as he leaned in to suck on the swell of my breasts.

“Oh god…” I moaned loudly, arching my back so I could get more.

The response I got was him tearing the sides of my panties and letting them fall to the floor.

“Mmmfuck…” I whimpered as his fingers slid along and through my very wet folds almost instantly. “Alaric!” A gasp escaped my throat when his thick fingers curled inside me, nearly causing my eyes to roll behind my head.

He pulled back to stare at me, eyes darkening. “Tell me what you want.

“}

My brain couldn’t form a complete, coherent sentence. “I–I…” I stuttered, feeling my orgasm draw nearer and nearer. Alaric’s pace was steady enough to drive me crazy and satisfy me at the same time. I wanted to come.

God, I wanted to come.

“I want you to… I want you to make me come around your fingers,” I whimpered, shuddering when his other hand twisted one of the nipple clamps so it pinched even harder, sending a shot of electricity down to my core. And just when I thought my orgasm was about to rip through me aggressively…

He pulled away.

Alaric. Pulled. Away.

A dark smirk pulled on the corner of his lips. “Too bad. I’m not quite ready for you to come yet.‘

Sara Lili

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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Fallen

Score 9.9

Status: Ongoing Type: Alpha Native Language: English

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.