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The Kiss
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Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Quitting
Demitri POVI let go of her chin and take a step back, giving her space but not taking my eyes off her. “I’m not your enemy, Alissia. But if you keep testing me like this, you’ll find out exactly how dangerous I can be. And believe me, that’s not what you want.”She watches me, her expression a mix of frustration and something else—something I can’t quite place yet. “You don’t scare me, Demitri,” she whispers, but her voice wavers just enough to let me know that’s a lie.I smile, just a hint of satisfaction in it. “I don’t need to scare you. I just need you to understand the rules. Follow them, and you’ll get everything you want. Defy them, and you’ll lose control of this situation faster than you can imagine.”Her jaw tightens, and she lets out a breath like she’s trying to regain her composure. But I can see it now—she’s rattled, even if she doesn’t want to admit it.She finally turns away, her shoulders tense. “You’re exhausting, you know that?”“You’re not making this easy either,
Last Updated : 2025-01-21Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Walking Away
AlissiaI storm away from Demitri, refusing to give him the control he craves so desperately. I know, deep down, I’ll have to give in eventually, but not now. Right now, I’m holding the reins, and it feels damn good. Besides, it’s one less obstacle for me to handle tomorrow night while I’m dancing.As I put more distance between myself and the warehouse, I wave down a taxi. By the time I climb inside and tell the driver my address, I’m already trying to shake off the encounter. It’s barely eight in the morning, and Demitri’s little power play with Salazar lasted only half an hour. It felt more like a rushed visit than anything substantial.I wonder... if I told them all that I’ve had enough, would they back off? At least for tomorrow night? Let me breathe, let me dance without them hovering over my shoulder. I know they’ll be back after that, but a little freedom for one night would make everything so much easier.Months have passed since I submitted that video to dance at Saints and
Last Updated : 2025-01-23Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Researching
Alissia POVAs I sit down, I glance at the screen where the live feeds are playing, and something catches my eye. “Wait... did you actually get inside their house?” I point at the screen, where a dress is hung on the back of the door.Blake smirks, clearly pleased with himself. “Yup. Wife’s at work, so I snuck in, tapped into their cameras. Oh, and I may have sent the boss a little gift.” His grin widens, and I groan.“What did you do now?” I ask, trying to suppress a laugh as I lean in closer to the screen.“Just watch.” He gestures toward the office camera, his eyes glinting with mischief. I lean in, staring at the screen as the boss sits at his desk, typing away. Then, right on cue, the guy he’s having an affair with walks in.“Same time, like clockwork,” Blake says, sounding way too smug.I watch the scene unfold, feeling like a voyeur in someone else’s dirty secret. They don’t waste time. Clothes start hitting the floor, and before I know it, I’m watching what can only be describ
Last Updated : 2025-01-24Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Her Fierceness
Blake POVI’m staying tonight to watch over her. Lucas is out gathering more intel on Jenkins, her ex, and Demitri just messaged me with a vague update. He said she’s making her own way home, but something feels off. Did Demitri send her away, or did she leave on her own?“Fun date with Demitri?” I ask, smirking, but she groans in response.“If by fun you mean him telling me what to do, and me refusing, then sure, it was a blast,” she says, rolling her eyes.I chuckle. “Sounds like a real joy. You’ve got some serious issues with giving up control, don’t you?”Her glare could cut glass, but I just raise my hands defensively. “Hey, just an observation, Kitten. And your words kinda confirm it.”“He’ll learn,” she mutters, more to herself than to me.I laugh, leaning back. “He’ll learn? Pretty sure he said it’s you who needs to learn,” I tease, throwing in a wink.Her eyes narrow. “He can’t always have control. Something will make him give it up.”I arch a brow. “Oh, you’ve got a plan, do
Last Updated : 2025-01-24Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Planning The Attack
Blake POVAlissia leans forward, eyes narrowed in thought. I can practically see the wheels turning in her head, and I know she’s going to come up with something twisted—she’s got that fire in her now.“We could start small,” she begins, her voice cold and calculating. “Something subtle, like anonymous messages. He thinks he’s in control, that his secrets are safe, but we’ll slowly make him doubt that. We let him feel the pressure build. Just little hints at first. A picture of him with one of his lovers, left somewhere his wife could find it, but we ensure he finds it first. Maybe a cryptic message sent to his personal email—‘I know your secret.’ That’ll freak him out.”I nod, letting her continue.“Once he starts to spiral, we up the ante,” she says, her voice growing more confident. “We send something to his work. A letter addressed to his CEO, or a colleague, implying that he’s been using company time and resources for personal... activities. Maybe a snippet of the sex tape, with
Last Updated : 2025-01-24Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Getting Pleasure
AlissiaBlake’s always been strange, but then again, all three of them are caught up in some twisted competition to win me over. What they don’t realize is—I’m staying single. I’ll fight this to the end if I have to. None of them are going to win because none of them seem to get it. They’re all obsessed with control, and that’s not something I can give up.I refuse to be with anyone who needs to control everything. That’s just not me.Last night with Blake was quiet. We barely spoke, aside from a few plans about the boss we’re stalking. It felt like we were two strangers on the same mission. When it was over, I went to bed, woke up, and the day dragged on in a heavy silence. I spent most of the day writing, diving into my story, while Blake tinkered with my laptop, making sure the tracking issues were sorted.By midday, Blake left, and Lucas showed up. But even with him, things were quiet. There wasn’t much conversation, just him focusing on Jenkins—the guy who, I now know for sure, i
Last Updated : 2025-01-24Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Dancing
Alissia POVJenni unties me, still giggling, and I rip off the blindfold, glaring at the door. Part of me wishes he was still here. Damn him.“I saw this all coming,” Jenni says, sitting there with that knowing smirk, clearly enjoying the mess I’ve gotten myself into. “How can you keep refusing to accept you like them, and they want you?”“It’s not that simple,” I mutter. “Giving up, agreeing to be with any of them—it’s just not that simple.”Jenni raises an eyebrow. “Why not? You’re acting like it’s the end of the world.”I rub my temples, feeling the frustration build. “Relationships and me? We don’t mix well. Plus... how would I even choose?” I throw my hands up. “There’s three of them, Jenni. Three! That just makes everything way more complicated.”She grins like she’s got it all figured out. “Blake Monday and Tuesday. Lucas Wednesday and Thursday. Demitri Friday and Saturday. Then Sunday, relax and gain back your energy to go again.” She laughs, clearly amused by her own joke.I
Last Updated : 2025-01-26Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Unexpected
Demitri POVThe silence is deafening. It baffles me, irritates me. Alissia’s been utterly quiet, not a single message, not even a hint of her usual defiance. I expected her to push back, to fight me as she always does, but this? This silence feels different. It feels final, like she’s done with all of it—shadowing me, playing the game, toying with the control she so desperately clings to. It’s as if she’s walked away from me entirely, and that unsettles me in ways I can’t explain.I can’t shake the feeling. My mind keeps circling back to her, wondering if this was her way of winning—by disappearing, cutting off all contact. It gnaws at me, this loss of control. She’s flipped everything on its head, and I’m left standing here, unsure whether to let her go or pull her back in.Temptation rises. I could send out a message, have someone track her down, find out which club she’s in with Jenni tonight. Just “accidentally” bump into her, play it off like a coincidence, and when she least exp
Last Updated : 2025-01-26
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Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer His Presence
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
Claimed 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
Claimed 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
Claimed 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
Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Playing Nice
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
Claimed 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
Claimed 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
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
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
