Demitri POVShe keeps dancing, her body moving in ways that tear my restraint to shreds. My mind is at war, fighting against the idea of giving in, of letting her win this round. But my body is screaming for her, every muscle tense with need. Her hands grip my knees tighter as she moves between my legs, pushing me to the edge of losing myself completely.I clench my jaw, fists balling against the urge to slam her against the wall and tear the clothes from her body. I know her though—she’ll fight it, she’ll resist, and she’ll enjoy every second of it.“I’ll just go to the next room since you can’t give me the control I want,” she taunts, turning as if she’s about to walk away.My hand snaps out, gripping her waist and pulling her back to me, my patience cracking. “Fine,” I grit out, the word burning in my throat.“Fine?” She tilts her head, stepping even closer, the tension between us electrifying.“You have my control,” I say, the words forced but heavy with meaning.She smiles—sweet
AlissiaI stay above Demitri, my mind screaming at me that this was never part of the plan. I swore I wouldn’t let it get this far, that I’d keep my distance, decide between them, figure out what I wanted. But here I am. And Demitri—this man who never gives up control—is groaning beneath me.I know the second I let go, he’ll snap back, reclaim that control, dominate the situation like he always does. So I draw it out, pushing him further, testing the limits. How far will he let me take this? It's a question that stays in my mind. This might not happen again, so I'm taking everything that I possibly can right now.His groans vibrate against my lips as I stroke him, my hand working over his cock with slow, deliberate movements. Meanwhile, my other hand reaches for his tie, pulling it free without breaking our kiss. I keep his mouth locked to mine—if he thinks for even a second, he’ll regain control, and I’m not letting that happen. I move my hand over his cock faster and harder, ensurin
Demitri POVI watch her as she grows heavier against me, slipping deeper into sleep. My mind’s racing, replaying everything that just happened. What the hell was that? There’s giving up control, and then...fuck. I didn’t just give up control—I let her tie me down, blindfold me, and fuck me.Every part of me was waiting for her to stop, to make it some twisted power game, but she didn’t. She actually went through with it. And because I wasn’t expecting it, I barely even processed that she pinned me down, choked me, and completely dominated me.No woman’s ever taken control like that, not with me. I’ve always been the one in charge, especially in bed. This wasn’t just a game of power. If it was, she wouldn’t have gone that far, wouldn’t have fucked me.But what does that even mean? I can’t stay here and overthink this. I gently move her, laying her down as I try to gath
Blake I sit, tapping my fingers impatiently, while glares at his phone like it owes him an apology. I get it—he’s pissed—but honestly, he kind of deserves Demitri rubbing it in his face that he fucked Alissia. I say “fucked,” but who knows? Though, that picture Demitri sent definitely screamed it. I glance over at Lucas, hoping for a clue. He just shrugs. “We can handle this ourselves, leave him out of it,” he says, casual as ever. I snort. “Oh, sure. Let’s just stroll up to the Russian mob boss without backup.” I laugh, but it’s humorless. “Has he said anything at all? He demanded to be the first one told, and now? Crickets.” Lucas chuckles, and I squint at him, realization dawning. “You didn’t tell him, did you? Seriously?” I
Blake POVI watch as Demitri calls his guys in, because of course he’s not going anywhere without backup. Meanwhile, Lucas is pacing, laser-focused on the Ryan Jenkins situation. He keeps insisting that Ryan is his mark—his hunt. It’s the guy he’s been chasing for weeks, the one he wanted Alissia to shadow him with. Lucas wants to control the entire situation, and it’s causing tension between him and Demitri.“Stop it. At this rate, Ryan’s going to walk free while you two are busy fighting each other,” I snap, trying to cut through the mounting tension.Before either of them can respond, we hear a voice.“Ryan?”I turn and see Alissia standing in the doorway, wearing one of Demitri’s shirts, rubbing her eyes like she just woke up. Why the hell is she awake? Demitri hadn’t even gone to get her yet.“Go get dressed, little one,” Demitri says, flashing her a smile. “We’ve got somewhere to be.”“Dressed in what, Demitri? You kidnapped me and left all my clothes at the club,” she mutters,
LucasMy eyes stay locked on Alissia. After what happened in the kitchen, I was certain I’d won—certain that she was mine. But she keeps insisting she’s staying single, though her actions speak differently. She may have slept with Demitri, but in my mind, she’s already claimed. Every sign points to it, so Demitri can enjoy his brief moment with her, because going forward, nothing like that is happening again.Demitri’s voice cuts through my thoughts. “We don’t have solid confirmation yet that Ryan Jenkins is working with Sergei Kozlov. But given Ryan’s been posting those messages and stalking you, there’s a chance he’s involved.”He turns to Alissia. “Kozlov’s the type who stays in the shadows until he’s ready to strike. He doesn’t get his hands dirty unless he knows he’s got an easy target.”Alissia narrows her eyes. “So, we’re going to Ryan, hoping he admits to his connection with Kozlov?”“No,” Blake cuts in, drawing all of our attention. “Before you shoot me or carve me to death,
Lucas POVTime ticks on, and I can hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears as we wait for her to make contact. I catch a glimpse of Ryan as he opens the door on the camera—cool, collected, and completely unaware of what’s about to happen.But he will. Soon.“Here we go,” Demitri mutters, eyes narrowing as Alissia begins to speak. Ryan’s face shifts into a smirk, and I feel my gut twist. This is it.“Stay sharp,” I murmur, my body ready to run in if needed.And then, just like that, the game begins.“Alissia?” Ryan’s voice comes through the comms, trying to sound surprised, but the look on his face says otherwise. Smug bastard.“I heard you lived here. Didn’t think it was real,” Alissia replies, her voice light, almost playful. I know she’s smiling, playing her part perfectly.Ryan tilts his head, feigning innocence. “How’d you figure out where I live?”“It wasn’t hard. I was chasing down some people who knew my uncle, and they mentioned you’d moved. One of them gave me your address,
AlissiaWhen I wake, everything feels foggy. Ryan’s face flashes in my mind—the last thing I remember before everything went dark. My body feels heavy, but I force myself to sit up. I know I screwed up. They warned me not to drink anything, and I didn’t listen.Blake is next to me, his shoulder solid and warm beneath my head. I lean into him, drawing comfort from the quiet strength he offers. I hear Ryan’s screams in the background, the sickening sound of flesh tearing. I know I should be horrified, maybe even disgusted, but I’m not. It’s strange. The sight of blood splattering across the floor, the broken, mangled pieces of Ryan scattered about it doesn’t faze me.Lucas steps forward, his presence as menacing as ever. His hand wraps around Ryan’s hair, yanking his head back with brutal force. The blade in Lucas’s hand gleams under the dim light, and he presses it to Ryan’s neck, his grip unwavering.“Listen carefully, Ryan,” Lucas growls, his voice low and dangerous. “Before the sun
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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