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Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Inappropriate Top
Alissia POV“Do you not hide your face?” I ask, feeling confused.Blake turns to me with a wink. “When you can get into their system and shut down their cameras and security, why would you?”He’s already done that? I stare at him, wondering just how deep his skills run. “You’ve done that?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.“Already sorted it. The cameras went down about two hours ago,” he says with a quick glance at his phone. “Everything is set. Come on,” he pushes open the door to a large building, and I follow him inside, my steps quieter now as the thrill—and fear—of what we’re doing hits me.He leads me through the corridors until we stop at a door, one that looks eerily familiar from the pictures we’d seen earlier.“Whose office is this?” I ask, my curiosity piqued.“The boss’s office,” he answers, smirking as he steps inside, his eyes scanning the room like a predator looking for its prey. Within moments, he finds what he’s looking for—a small, hidden camera perched in th
Last Updated : 2025-01-21Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Finding Her
DemitriI stare at the documents in front of me, trying to focus. Numbers, shipments, deals—it’s all routine. Yet my mind keeps drifting back to her. Alissia. Everything about tonight gnaws at me. The dress. The dancing. The way her leg was exposed for all to see. I can still feel the tension from when I had to pull her dress closed, my hand gripping the fabric so tight it almost tore.She’s different. I can’t deny that anymore.“Have someone follow her,” I mutter to Axel, my tone sharp. His eyes widen in surprise.“Is that wise?” he asks cautiously.“I’m keeping my distance,” I say, leaning back in my chair and rubbing my temples. “I’m not watching her myself. I want someone else watching. After the threats, I feel like she isn’t safe. Send someone to keep an eye on her.”Axel sighs, knowing better than to argue when I make a decision. He pulls out his phone and sends a message, likely to one of our men who specialize in this kind of thing. I need to make sure she’s protected without
Last Updated : 2025-01-21Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Staying With Her
Demitri POVI step into the shadows, keeping my distance, watching her. I follow her, keeping to the shadows, careful to stay out of sight. She walks slowly, her clothes sticking to her from the rain, her head down, arms wrapped around herself as though she’s trying to shield against more than just the cold. I should turn back, I tell myself. I shouldn’t be here. But something keeps me following her, my footsteps quiet against the wet pavement.Twice, she turns, sensing someone. Her eyes scan the street, looking for movement, but I’m good at this. I stay hidden, watching her closely. Each time, she shakes her head and keeps walking, her pace quickening just slightly.I debate with myself, questioning whether I should speak to her, whether I should let her know I’m here. Would it be a mistake to intervene? I’m already too involved as it is. But something about seeing her alone, drenched, and vulnerable, won’t let me turn away.As she reaches her apartment building, she glances behind h
Last Updated : 2025-01-21Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Talking To Her
Demitri POVHer door creaks open, and I glance up. She steps out, fully dressed now, her hair tied up, her face still flushed from whatever internal storm she’s brewing. The confidence is back, the calm exterior in place, but I can see the tension in her movements.“Comfortable now?” I ask, leaning back, arms still crossed. She ignores me, moving into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water, the fridge light casting a soft glow against the darkened apartment. I can hear the cap twist as she takes a sip, still refusing to answer.“I meant it, Alissia,” I say, my voice low but firm. “I’m not leaving until I see this stalker of yours for myself. I don’t trust anyone else to make sure you’re safe. Not after the bullshit you’ve been getting yourself into.”She sets the bottle down, turning to face me with a look I can’t quite place—somewhere between defiance and intrigue. “And what if I don’t need you to keep me safe? What if I can handle this just fine on my own?”I laugh. “You wouldn’t b
Last Updated : 2025-01-21Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Play Nice
Blake POVI think I finally hit a nerve with Alissia. Not with the explicit sexual content, or the breaking into offices, or even the hacking. No, what seemed to rattle her was the idea of using someone’s secret affair against them. For someone who claims to have no limits, who says nothing phases her, she sure looked affected by that.As I walk back into my apartment, the weight of her reaction lingers. Not that I have time to dwell on it. There’s too much to do before I see her again. I’m not just keeping tabs on her for fun—I need to make sure no one else is accessing her laptop like I did. Plus, I plan on sitting with her when we watch the fallout from those pictures. I have the work schedules, and the guy isn’t in until nine, which gives me time to make sure everything is in place.She surprised me by agreeing to let me have access to her laptop. I expected more of a fight, maybe some boundaries. But no, she handed it over. That makes me wonder—does she plan to just ditch the lap
Last Updated : 2025-01-21Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Attitude
Blake POVBefore I can sit down, Demitri throws out another mocking comment. “At least you have some use.”I stop in my tracks, irritation flaring. “Keep pushing, and I’ll have everything off your secure network in seconds. One little leak, and see how fast your empire crumbles.”Demitri pulls out his gun, his eyes flashing with anger. Of course.“Stop!” Alissia’s voice slices through the tension. “I thought there was honor among thieves. Isn’t that the saying?”We both laugh. It’s the wrong thing to say.“No, kitten,” Demitri smirks, “it’s no honor among thieves. You can’t trust them.”“Right, but surely you two could work together? He could keep your stuff safe, right?” She looks between us, her voice laced with desperate logic.Demitri scoffs. “He’s not coming near my network.”“I don’t want to,” I mutter, folding my arms. “How many people have you killed this week?” I add, my voice full of sarcastic bite.Demitri laughs darkly. “I’ve got space for another if you keep running that
Last Updated : 2025-01-21Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Bickering
LucasI haven’t spoken to Alissia since our first meeting. Been busy, working on our next target. The one who made that threat to her on the dark web? I figured out who he is—Ryan Jenkins. I’ve kept her out of it for now. She doesn’t need to be involved yet, not until I’m sure it’s safe. Jenkins is a wildcard, the kind of guy who dabbles in everything but masters nothing. A hacker, a stalker, a rapist, a murderer—he’s sloppy, all over the place. But he’s dangerous enough to get away with it because he has money and connections. He can pay off the right people to make evidence disappear, and walk free every time he screws up.He’s been on my radar ever since he threatened her. The problem is, I can’t afford to let him see her—he could make a move, and I can’t risk that. I’ve been watching him, planning. Normally, I’d take my time, but every day Jenkins is alive is another day Alissia is at risk. And I can’t have that.She’s bold, reckless even, but I doubt she realizes the kind of dang
Last Updated : 2025-01-21Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Refusing
Lucas POVAlissia sighs, rubbing her forehead like she’s already exhausted by this. “Yes, I do.”His eyes narrow, his patience wearing thin. “You gain nothing from being here, Lucas. Walk away. You know it’s the smarter move.”I lean back, unfazed. “And what if I refuse? You gonna make me?” Of course he knows me, that menas he's Demitri. He's the only mafia I've had contact with.He steps forward, his frame towering as the air around us crackles with tension. “That would be a foolish move.”Before I can respond, Alissia steps between us, her voice sharp, cutting through the standoff. “Enough! Demitri, if he ends up dead, I’m coming for you. I’m working with him. I agreed to shadow him, and I’m not backing out. This is my choice, not yours.”Her words hang heavy in the air, and for a moment, it seems like she’s the only one holding us all together. Demitri’s death glare remains locked on me, though. “Just a warning, Lucas,” he growls. “If she gets hurt because of you, they won’t find y
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Alissia POVJenni relaxes a bit more, then looks over at my laptop. “So, how’s the story coming along?” she asks, a hint of curiosity brightening her eyes. “Did you get much done today?”I glance at the screen and let out a small laugh. “It’s coming along, I think. A lot of it is inspired by what’s happened recently—though I’m definitely taking some liberties.” I tap the keys absentmindedly, thinking of the fictional twists I’ve added, but there’s a thread of reality that I know she can pick up on.“Is it still about that reckless author who dives into the criminal world to experience it for her book?” she teases. “Trying to understand those three mysterious men?”I chuckle. “Absolutely. She just keeps digging herself in deeper and deeper. It’s more complicated now, though. She’s starting to realize that it’s not just her career on
Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Her Return
Alissia POVAfter a long soak in the bath, I slip into something comfortable, letting the warmth linger as I step into the main room. Demitri and Axel are seated, heads close together, clearly engrossed in some business matter. I grab my laptop, determined to finally make progress on my story. Writing has been an uphill climb lately, but with a deep breath, I settle in, knowing I can’t put it off any longer.About ten minutes in, I feel restless, my fingers drumming against the keyboard. I close the laptop, needing a small break. “Coffee?” I offer, needing one myself, Demitri’s eyes lift, a soft smile forming.“Sure,” he replies, nodding. I move to the kitchen, pulling out the cups and setting up the coffeemaker. A moment later, strong arms slide around my waist, pulling me back against a familiar chest. My body instantly relaxes, a smile tugging at my lips as Demitri’s hand traces a slow path up the inside of my top, hi
Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Not Listening
Blake POVOdell leans back in his cell, putting on an exaggerated pout. “Aw, come on, Lucas. I was really looking forward to having a new toy in here. You can’t just dangle the possibility and take it away. Can’t you work a little magic and get the cutie locked up anyway?”Lucas chuckles, shaking his head. “Who knows, Odell. If he slips up again, he just might end up right where you want him.” With that, he ends the call, slipping his phone back into his pocket.Jake is staring at Lucas with a sickened expression, the reality of what just happened settling heavily on his face. Lucas smirks, a glint of dark amusement in his eyes. “All the best underground men have connections, Jake. Consider this a guarantee—if you go back on the deal, you’ll find yourself kept nice and warm every night by Odell. And he’ll be waiting.”Jake swallows, his face pale as he nods, finally underst
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Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Taunting Him
Alissia POVWith a playful smirk, I slip off his lap, stepping back to let his anticipation build, and turn to the wall where the riding crop hangs. I take my time reaching for it, letting him see exactly what’s coming next, his eyes narrowing as I turn back to him with the crop in hand."Alissia," he growls. I smile, the leather handle feels warm and familiar in my grip, and I run it slowly up his thigh, watching the way his muscles tense with each inch it travels. He’s trying to hide his reaction, but the light in his eyes betrays him.I stroke the crop up his chest, tracing a path along his abs, letting it dance over his collarbone, teasing him as he breathes a little faster. Without warning, I flick my wrist, letting the crop tap his shoulder lightly. He stiffens, but there’s a spark in his gaze, his lips pressing into a tight line as he suppresses the smirk I know is fighting to surface.I climb back onto his lap, feeling the heat r
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Alissia POVTurning to my closet, I run my fingers over the rows of carefully chosen outfits, my eyes settling on a pair of towering black heels. I slip them on, the extra height adding a confidence that makes me grin. I glance across the shelves lined with lingerie, eyeing the sets, each more daring than the last.If I’m going to break him tonight, I’ll need to make it worth his while. A lap dance, perhaps? Slowly stripping, just to watch him squirm in that perfect combination of lust and restraint? The thought makes me smirk, and I reach for a set of black lace that leaves little to the imagination, with thin straps and delicate material that hugs in all the right places.I study myself in the mirror for a second. The reflection staring back at me is both fierce and playful, fully aware of the power she holds tonight. I give my hair a slight tousle, running a finger along my lower lip as I consider my next move. Then, slipping on a
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Alissia POVI make my way down the hall and slip into the hidden room that Demitri calls his “sanctuary,” but I’ve taken to calling it what it truly is—his personal dungeon. Dark, luxurious walls lined with velvet and leather greet me, along with the faint scent of musk and rich wood. It’s a place where he’s always been in control, where every inch of it has been arranged to cater to his dominance. But today, I want to turn that on its head. I know when he's in this room, Axel knows not to try contact him. It's where he hides from things even if he's not using it.I let my fingers trail over the variety of implements he’s neatly arranged on a sideboard. There’s an artistry to how he’s laid them out, like they’re his favorite tools. The leather cuffs, the ropes, the paddle, each placed with deliberate care. I pick up one of the silk scarves, running the soft material between my fingers as a small grin plays on
