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Chasing Her
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Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Chased
AlissiaI can’t stop laughing as I sprint away from Demitri. Axel’s amused expression follows me as I dash past the looming warehouses. My plan is simple—hide in one, wait until Demitri starts searching the closest, then sneak back out and make a break for the road. Easy, right? Well, it would be if I wasn’t entirely lost. I’ve never even noticed this place before, and now I have no idea where I am, only that I’m running blindly.I slip into one of the warehouses, crouching by a dusty window, heart pounding. I peek out, scanning the area for any sign of Demitri. Nothing. Has he given up? Doubtful. I’m about to step out, convinced maybe I’ve shaken him, when I catch a glimpse of him entering the building next door. Crap.With a burst of adrenaline, I move quickly, ready to sprint back towards the road, but then I freeze. Blake. Standing right in my path. Double crap. I spin on my heel and take off in the opposite direction, praying there’s another exit or some kind of hidden alley I ca
Last Updated : 2025-01-30Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Caught
Alissia POVI’m taking a leap, hoping Lucas is telling the truth. My arms wrap around his neck as he lifts me effortlessly, our lips crashing together. I let my hands drop, unfastening his trousers with quick, urgent movements. Before I can even fully process it, his hands are on me, positioning me just right, and he thrusts into me without hesitation. The sensation of the cold metal piercings sends a jolt through my body, making me moan against his mouth. His hips slam into me, each movement rough and unrelenting. I scream, but his hand immediately covers my mouth, muffling the sound.“Shh...” He chuckles, thrusting into me harder. “Unless you want them to hear and come running.”His hips move in a steady rhythm at first, slowly building intensity, each thrust deeper than the last. His free hand snakes into my hair, tugging hard and pulling my head back, though the wall behind me prevents him from getting the angle he wants. Not satisfied, he shifts, turning us
Last Updated : 2025-01-30Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Flirting
Lucas Alissia sits sulking in the back, and I can’t help but chuckle at the irony of her breaking her toe. Of all the ways to end her little game, kicking a door barefoot was a bit anticlimactic. Demitri had to carry her out of her apartment without shoes after she refused to go out and talk to him, which made it even funnier. The fact she forgot she didn't have shoes on. She had been running around and didn't notice she was barefoot. “Are you more upset over the broken toe or that your fun in tormenting us got cut short?” I ask, smirking. Her glare could melt ice. “I’m more upset that he called for backup!” She shoots a heated look at Demitri. “So much for making me choose, that changed fast.” Yeah, that threw me too. Demitri had been acting like a possessive maniac, determined
Last Updated : 2025-01-30Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Agreement
Lucas POVAlissia rolls her eyes. “So, what’s the big discussion? You’ve already told me my toe is fractured and that I need ice. Done, right?”Demitri narrows his eyes. “Stop acting like a brat, Alissia. I’m talking about us—this,” he gestures between the three of us. “This isn’t nothing.”She crosses her arms. “This is nothing, Demitri. It can never be anything. That’s why I keep saying I’m staying single.”He groans in frustration, rubbing his temples as if she’s giving him a headache. “You can’t keep saying you’re staying single.”“Why not?” she challenges. “You’re not willing to share unless I push you too far. You three are completely different, constantly battling each other. It won’t work. I’ll stay single.”She’s not entirely wrong, but she’s not entirely right either. I decide to speak up. “We can work through our differences, Alissia. Yeah, we’re different, but that’s what makes this interesting. I enjoy the chase, Blake thrives i
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DemitriWatching Lucas lounge around, casually amused by the situation, I feel the tension coil even tighter. Every part of me wants to throw them out, lock the doors, and keep Alissia to myself. But I agreed to this ridiculous arrangement, so here we are, all trying to make sense of a damn lullaby while balancing on the edge of a fragile truce.Lucas breaks my thoughts, giving me that lazy, observant look of his. “You know,” he starts, voice low and deliberate. “Have you ever considered that Alissia might have ADHD or something? I mean, think about it—she’s all about keeping control, always shifting her focus, diving into everything at full speed…”I groan, rubbing my temples. “Lucas, now’s not the time for an armchair diagnosis,” I snap. “We’ve got bigger issues&m
Last Updated : 2025-01-31Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Figuring It Out
Demitri POVBlake considers this, and then, with a calculating gleam, he sits back, tapping his fingers against the arm of his chair. “If we rearrange the lyrics or analyze any embedded patterns, it might reveal something. I’ve got a decryption program we could run this through, see if there’s anything coded in it.”Lucas, sprawled on the couch with his legs stretched out, chuckles and shoots me an amused look. “So, let me get this straight – this month isn’t just going to be about dealing with each other, but a treasure hunt too? And let me guess, half the time we’ll be reeling her back in whenever she’s caught up in her own messes?”I smirk, glancing at the hallway toward Alissia’s room. “She’s probably holding back more than she’s letting on. If we’re going to keep her safe – and in one place – we’ll need to figure this out.”Blake crosses
Last Updated : 2025-01-31Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Space
DemitriI stand, gathering my things. “Alright, you two stay here with her,” I say, already moving toward the door.Lucas straightens, arms crossed. “Excuse me?”I stop, barely glancing back. “What? I’ve got things to handle. Just stay here, keep an eye on her.”He doesn’t budge. “I thought we agreed to work on this together, not with you throwing orders around and expecting us to nod along.”I grit my teeth, realizing quickly that this whole “working together” idea is going to be more complicated than I’d hoped. “Fine,” I say, trying to rein in my tone. “Could you please stay here with her and make sure she doesn’t get any ideas, like raiding this place for a gun?”Blake smirks. “She won’t find them. Never mind been clever enough to crack the safe.”I glare at him. “How long have you been in my system?&r
Last Updated : 2025-01-31Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Trying Together
AlissiaI woke up with a slight ache from my toe and hobbled out to find Blake and Lucas, who were comfortably lounging around. They told me Demitri’s busy working, so I settled in with ice on my foot. When Demitri came back, he had my laptop.Saying a quick thanks I fire up my laptop. It feels great to have it back; I need to dive back into my story and make some serious changes. Hours slip by as I get lost in my writing, adjusting each scene with renewed inspiration, aware of the occasional glances from both Blake and Lucas. They’re watching me; I can practically feel their eyes on me.“Food’s here,” Blake announces, breaking my focus. I stretch and close the laptop, realizing how much time has flown by.“I’ll take some down to grumpy,” I say, grabbing two plates and standing up, a bit wobbly on my injured foot.Blake smirks. “You sure you can manage?”I roll my e
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Alissia POVLeaning in, I press my lips against his, feeling the heat between us ignite instantly. Lucas’s hands slide along my bare thighs, fingers digging into my flesh as he pulls me closer. His mouth moves urgently against mine, and his tongue slides past my lips, claiming my mouth as I grind against him, drawing a low groan from his throat. The scent of him—woodsy with a hint of metal—fills my senses, deepening my craving.My fingers fumble to unfasten his trousers, feeling the heat and strength under my touch. Without hesitation, he grabs the waistband of my underwear, tearing them away with a swift pull. I whimper in anticipation, my hand wrapping around his hard length, feeling the pulse of need between us as I stroke him slowly.He holds my hips, lifting me just enough so I’m kneeling over him. Then, lowe
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DemitriWatching Lucas lounge around, casually amused by the situation, I feel the tension coil even tighter. Every part of me wants to throw them out, lock the doors, and keep Alissia to myself. But I agreed to this ridiculous arrangement, so here we are, all trying to make sense of a damn lullaby while balancing on the edge of a fragile truce.Lucas breaks my thoughts, giving me that lazy, observant look of his. “You know,” he starts, voice low and deliberate. “Have you ever considered that Alissia might have ADHD or something? I mean, think about it—she’s all about keeping control, always shifting her focus, diving into everything at full speed…”I groan, rubbing my temples. “Lucas, now’s not the time for an armchair diagnosis,” I snap. “We’ve got bigger issues&m
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Lucas POVAlissia rolls her eyes. “So, what’s the big discussion? You’ve already told me my toe is fractured and that I need ice. Done, right?”Demitri narrows his eyes. “Stop acting like a brat, Alissia. I’m talking about us—this,” he gestures between the three of us. “This isn’t nothing.”She crosses her arms. “This is nothing, Demitri. It can never be anything. That’s why I keep saying I’m staying single.”He groans in frustration, rubbing his temples as if she’s giving him a headache. “You can’t keep saying you’re staying single.”“Why not?” she challenges. “You’re not willing to share unless I push you too far. You three are completely different, constantly battling each other. It won’t work. I’ll stay single.”She’s not entirely wrong, but she’s not entirely right either. I decide to speak up. “We can work through our differences, Alissia. Yeah, we’re different, but that’s what makes this interesting. I enjoy the chase, Blake thrives i
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Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Caught
Alissia POVI’m taking a leap, hoping Lucas is telling the truth. My arms wrap around his neck as he lifts me effortlessly, our lips crashing together. I let my hands drop, unfastening his trousers with quick, urgent movements. Before I can even fully process it, his hands are on me, positioning me just right, and he thrusts into me without hesitation. The sensation of the cold metal piercings sends a jolt through my body, making me moan against his mouth. His hips slam into me, each movement rough and unrelenting. I scream, but his hand immediately covers my mouth, muffling the sound.“Shh...” He chuckles, thrusting into me harder. “Unless you want them to hear and come running.”His hips move in a steady rhythm at first, slowly building intensity, each thrust deeper than the last. His free hand snakes into my hair, tugging hard and pulling my head back, though the wall behind me prevents him from getting the angle he wants. Not satisfied, he shifts, turning us
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AlissiaI can’t stop laughing as I sprint away from Demitri. Axel’s amused expression follows me as I dash past the looming warehouses. My plan is simple—hide in one, wait until Demitri starts searching the closest, then sneak back out and make a break for the road. Easy, right? Well, it would be if I wasn’t entirely lost. I’ve never even noticed this place before, and now I have no idea where I am, only that I’m running blindly.I slip into one of the warehouses, crouching by a dusty window, heart pounding. I peek out, scanning the area for any sign of Demitri. Nothing. Has he given up? Doubtful. I’m about to step out, convinced maybe I’ve shaken him, when I catch a glimpse of him entering the building next door. Crap.With a burst of adrenaline, I move quickly, ready to sprint back towards the road, but then I freeze. Blake. Standing right in my path. Double crap. I spin on my heel and take off in the opposite direction, praying there’s another exit or some kind of hidden alley I ca
