All Chapters of Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Alissia POVDemitri sighs, reaching out to brush a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Ask tomorrow. I don’t even have all the details from Blake yet,” he murmurs, his fingers lingering for a moment before he leans forward, pressing a kiss to my forehead. His eyes drift over the dress, and he lets out a soft groan. “I hate this dress,” he mutters, pulling back, his jaw tense.I let out a quiet laugh, lifting my chin defiantly. “I think I love it,” I say with a grin, feeling the thrill of their reactions settling over me like a warm, protective cloak.Blake steps into the room, freshly showered and dressed, the blood and grime from earlier washed away, leaving him looking devastatingly handsome in a dark tailored suit. His hair is still damp, combed back, and there’s a spark of mischief in his eyes as he takes me in, his gaze sweeping over the white dress that’s already caused more than a bit of chaos tonight. He walks over, offering me his arm with a smirk. I jump up out of Lucas's l

Lucas POVAlissia’s voice slices through the calm, pulling us out of our quiet thoughts. “I’m going to visit a sex shop.”A collective groan escapes us, the relaxed atmosphere evaporating in an instant. Just like that, the peaceful moment is shattered, replaced with a familiar exasperation that only she can stir up.“No, you’re not. Get breakfast first,” Demitri commands, pointing toward the kitchen. She grins, practically skipping past us, her energy infectious. I watch her go, and there’s a warmth in my chest, a subtle relief seeing her move without pain, without hesitation. It hasn’t been that long since we nearly lost her, and then Blake as well. He may think he’s fine, may even act like he’s invincible, but the lingering paleness in his skin tells a different story. He lost a lot of blood, more than any of us would like to admit.Demitri’s voice brings me back, his gaze settling on Blake. “How did last night go?”Blake leans back, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. “It we

Alissia POVA shiver runs down my spine as his breath washes over my neck, sending a wave of warmth through me. His hand, which rests casually on my thigh, slowly slides upward, and then, in a motion that steals my breath, cups me between my legs. My body trembles instantly, caught off guard by the rush of sensation. He doesn’t falter, his voice as steady as ever, completely composed, giving no hint of the illicit act unfolding beneath the table. I can feel his fingers slipping under my panties, pressing against my clit, igniting a fire that spreads through my veins.I try to keep my expression neutral, fighting the urge to react, though every nerve in my body is alive and humming with pleasure. Desperately seeking a distraction, I turn my gaze to the dancer on the pole in the middle of our table, watching her fluid movements, focusing on anything but the way his fingers are expertly working me toward the edge. But when his fingers slide inside me, all pretense crumbles, and I feel hi

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

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.