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Demitri POVI’ve always known Alissia has many sides, each more complex and captivating than the last. There’s the fierce, unyielding side of her, the one that needs to control every aspect of her life with a tight grip. Then there’s the part of her that craves submission, a side that’s willing to let go completely, to do anything asked of her in those intimate moments. And lately, I’ve seen a quieter side—an almost calm, balanced version of her. She’s neither dominant nor submissive, just… at ease. Watching her in those moments, I catch a glimpse of someone almost “normal,” not torn between extremes but simply existing in the middle.But tonight… tonight she’s shown me something entirely unexpected. I saw her outside the bathroom, watched as a man grabbed her arm, and instinct took over—I rushed toward her, prepared to intervene. But I stopped dead in my tracks, stunned, as she snapped his wrist like it was nothing. In that moment, a surge of pride filled me, a fierce, unrestrained a
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Alissia POVWhen I joked about dancing in the club, I hadn’t actually expected Demitri to agree, yet there we were, in the middle of that loud, crowded space. But the longer we stayed, the more I realized it felt wrong. He didn’t belong there, not like this. That’s why I suggested we do something else, something simpler. The look on his face when I said it told me he was completely lost, like the concept of a “normal” night out didn’t even register. I always forget that his world is built around mafia life; for him, dates probably mean high-end restaurants and private, exclusive venues.So I decide to surprise him, to give him something outside his world of lavish excess and opulence. Something he wouldn’t expect.As we reach the car, I turn and lean close to Axel, keeping my voice low. “Can you stop at a store on the way back?”He raises an eyebrow, his head tilting in mild confusion. “What kind of store?”“The kind with food, Axel.” I laugh softly, and he nods, understanding my plan
Last Updated : 2025-02-24Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer For Him
Alissia POVAs the film plays, he watches with a kind of childlike fascination, absorbing each scene as though it’s the first time he’s experiencing anything like it. I sneak a glance at him now and then, captivated by how genuinely he seems to be enjoying it. In this small moment, wrapped up in blankets and snacks, I feel closer to him than I ever have.Sitting next to Demitri, watching him immersed in this moment, I can’t shake the sadness that rises inside me. He’s missed so much. From such a young age, his life was a series of lessons, learning to wield power and master business instead of experiencing the carefree simplicity of childhood. His father cut his childhood short, molding him into someone who lives and breathes the mafia—and nothing beyond it.I feel his gaze on me, his hand gently lifting my chin. “Are you okay? You look worried,” he murmurs, his eyes soft and searching.I bite my lip, unsure how to voice what’s churning inside me. “I was just thinking about your life,
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Alissia POVI wake up alone, the sheets cool beside me where Demitri should be. Rubbing my eyes, I climb out of bed, feeling the quiet emptiness of the room around me. I make my way to his closet, grabbing one of his shirts and slipping it on. The soft fabric falls over me, warm with his scent, and it gives me a small sense of comfort as I pad out into the hall.I follow the faint murmur of voices to the kitchen, where I find Demitri and Blake standing side by side, cooking and talking in low tones. They have this way of keeping their voices just low enough that I can’t make out the words, and it drives me a little crazy, like they’re in on a secret I’ll never know.Demitri notices me first, his gaze softening as he turns with a small smile. “Shopping today, then?” he asks, his tone casual but attentive.I shrug, trying to read him. “I can go alone if you’d rather, or maybe with Blake or Lucas,” I reply. Last night had been… intense, and I wouldn’t blame him if he wanted to skip out.
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Lucas POVShe’s stubborn, a sore loser to the core. I watch as Blake and Demitri leave, sticking to the plan for me to take Alissia out tonight. But standing here now, with a restless urge stirring in me, I’m drawn to a different plan entirely.I stride into her room, finding her seated on the edge of the bed, her gaze questioning yet guarded. The room itself has transformed; the remnants of chaos from Blake’s bloodied struggle are gone, the mess erased and replaced with order. I remember how Demitri had to rip out the carpet, each stain refusing to yield, resisting the clean-up.“Come on,” I motion for her to follow me, a hint of challenge in my voice. “Trust me; you’ll be glad you listened.” I turn, heading toward the room she’s never seen. She hesitates only a second before following, her curiosity overriding her wariness.As we step into the room, I flick on the light. The thick, intoxicating scent of leather and a darker, rawer undertone of sensuality fills the air, and I catch h
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Lucas POVWith slow, deliberate movements, I let the crop travel down her body, trailing from her shoulder to her hip, then brushing against her inner thigh, teasing her, making her writhe in her bindings. Her whimpers turn to soft moans, each sound filling the room, heightening the intimate atmosphere around us. I let her savor the anticipation before bringing the crop down once again, harder this time, a sharp sting on her inner thigh that leaves her gasping, her body reacting instinctively, a raw, unrestrained movement of need.I step closer, pressing against her, letting her feel the heat of my body, the hardness of my desire as my hands cup her breasts, fingers kneading her softness with a slow, deliberate rhythm. She leans back, her body a mixture of surrender and urgency, her back arching as she seeks more, as if the bindings aren’t enough to keep her in place.“Tell me, Alissia,” I whisper against her ear, my breath hot on her skin. “Do you want more?”Her voice is a breathles
Last Updated : 2025-02-24Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Our Time
Alissia POVAfter getting dressed, I step out and spot Lucas in the kitchen, focused and completely at ease, stirring something on the stove. The smell of spices fills the air, warm and inviting.“What are you doing?” I ask, hopping up onto the kitchen island to sit and watch him work, swinging my legs slightly.He glances over his shoulder, a small grin forming on his lips. “Well, I figured going out would just mean dealing with people and noise. So I thought we’d spend the night here instead—just us,” he says, his voice low and easy, as he turns back to his task. “Unless you’d rather go out?”I shake my head, smiling. “No, this is perfect.” I mean it, too. I don’t need anything extravagant. Being here, just the two of us, feels exactly right. He catches my gaze for a moment, a soft smile crossing his face before he goes back to cooking.He stirs a pot, then glances at me, curiosity lighting his eyes. “How’s the story coming along?”I groan, rolling my eyes, which makes him chuckle.
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Alissia POVI sit on Lucas’s lap, my fingers hovering over the keyboard, absorbing his words, the intensity of his memories, and the raw honesty that drips from every line he’s just written. There’s something liberating about letting the story be real, about capturing not just the actions but the emotions beneath them—the twisted, obsessive need that drove him to act out, to lash back.“Go on,” he murmurs, his voice low and encouraging as he wraps his arm around my waist, anchoring me there. “Keep that line. Let it shape the chapter. Show how I felt, how my control slipped with every message that went unanswered.”His words sink into me, and I type out a few more lines, allowing myself to step inside his mind, to feel the frustration, the dark hunger that simmered beneath his surface. Lucas watches as I write, his eyes on the screen, reading every word as it takes form. I can feel the intensity in his gaze, like he’s reliving the moment, pulling me deeper into his world.After a while
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Alissia POVI don’t know how long I’ve been out when a sharp, intense pain jolts me awake. I gasp, clutching my stomach, my heart racing as I try to make sense of what’s happening. The pain is undeniable, and as it fades, I feel Demitri’s hand on my shoulder, concern etched into his face.“What’s wrong?” he asks, eyes wide, and I can feel the tension ripple through the car as Blake and Lucas turn, alarmed.“I think…” I pause, sucking in a shaky breath. “I think I’m in labor.”Demitri stares at me, as if hoping he misheard. “This better be a joke, Alissia,” he says, his voice a mixture of worry and frustration. “We’re still an hour away.”I manage a laugh, but it quickly turns into a scream as another contraction hits, the pain searing through me. “Oh god, it hurts!” I gasp, squeezing his hand with all my strength.“Okay, okay, don’t panic,” Blake says from in front of me, though his voice sounds anything but calm. “Lucas, find something—anything—useful. Blankets, towels… anything. I'l
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Alissia POVThe marble floors beneath my feet are pristine, veined with dark streaks that run through the stone like rivers. In the center, an elaborate medallion design is inlaid, drawing the eye and adding a touch of artistry to the already lavish setting. Along the walls are portraits in gilded frames, each one depicting figures from history or perhaps ancestors I’ll never know. The sconces beside each painting cast a soft, ambient light, illuminating the dark wood paneling that lines the walls and lends an air of timeless elegance.I stand there, awestruck, and feel Demitri’s hand rest lightly on the small of my back, guiding me further inside. “Welcome home,” he murmurs, his voice gentle, yet filled with a pride that’s unmistakable.Turning to face him, I still can’t quite process what I’m seeing. “This… all of this… it’s ours?” I whisper, my voice barely more than a breath.“Yes,” Blake chimes in with a grin. “A real home for all of us, and a place where our family can grow.”Lu
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DemitriA week has passed since that date with Alissia, and every night since, I’ve tried to create small, ordinary moments with her. Even if it’s something as simple as sitting quietly with a book for ten minutes, I find myself drawn to carving out these snippets of normalcy for her—and, strangely, for myself too. It’s a shift that hasn’t gone unnoticed.Lucas and Blake have been watching me with a mix of curiosity and confusion, clearly wondering what’s prompted these small changes. They’re not ones to pry, but the unspoken questions in their eyes are obvious. Today, however, some things are going to change, and I need them to be a part of it. I’ve made up my mind, and there’s no turning back.When our car finally stops, we step out and make our way into the restaurant. The air is thick with the scent of expensive wine and seasoned wood, the atmosphere humming with quiet conversations and the soft clink of glass. Lucas and Blake follow behind, exchanging wary glances as I lead them
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Alissia POVI sit on Lucas’s lap, my fingers hovering over the keyboard, absorbing his words, the intensity of his memories, and the raw honesty that drips from every line he’s just written. There’s something liberating about letting the story be real, about capturing not just the actions but the emotions beneath them—the twisted, obsessive need that drove him to act out, to lash back.“Go on,” he murmurs, his voice low and encouraging as he wraps his arm around my waist, anchoring me there. “Keep that line. Let it shape the chapter. Show how I felt, how my control slipped with every message that went unanswered.”His words sink into me, and I type out a few more lines, allowing myself to step inside his mind, to feel the frustration, the dark hunger that simmered beneath his surface. Lucas watches as I write, his eyes on the screen, reading every word as it takes form. I can feel the intensity in his gaze, like he’s reliving the moment, pulling me deeper into his world.After a while
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Alissia POVAfter getting dressed, I step out and spot Lucas in the kitchen, focused and completely at ease, stirring something on the stove. The smell of spices fills the air, warm and inviting.“What are you doing?” I ask, hopping up onto the kitchen island to sit and watch him work, swinging my legs slightly.He glances over his shoulder, a small grin forming on his lips. “Well, I figured going out would just mean dealing with people and noise. So I thought we’d spend the night here instead—just us,” he says, his voice low and easy, as he turns back to his task. “Unless you’d rather go out?”I shake my head, smiling. “No, this is perfect.” I mean it, too. I don’t need anything extravagant. Being here, just the two of us, feels exactly right. He catches my gaze for a moment, a soft smile crossing his face before he goes back to cooking.He stirs a pot, then glances at me, curiosity lighting his eyes. “How’s the story coming along?”I groan, rolling my eyes, which makes him chuckle.
