All Chapters of Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Obey

Alissia POVHe leans even closer, his lips inches from mine. “Basic rules, Nova.” The way he says my pen name sends a jolt through me. “If I tell you to do something, you fucking do it. No questions, no hesitation. So if I tell you to drop to your fucking knees, what do you do?”I almost laugh, my fear battling with defiance. “Refuse,” I mutter under my breath, but I’m not sure if I’m joking or if I’m testing him.He groans, and the sound sends a shiver down my spine. His hand tightens around the gun as he presses it harder into my skin. “You drop to your fucking knees. Say it.”No. Why would I say it? My brain is screaming at me to resist. “That’s not happening,” I argue, but my voice falters.He chuckles darkly and pushes the gun harder. “Then I refuse to help you, and you don’t get what you need. I won’t touch you in that way, Alissia, even if you’re begging me to. That, I can promise you. Now, if I tell you to drop to your knees, what do you do?”I hate this. I hate him. But I can

Last Updated : 2024-12-02

Obsessed

Demitri POVI climb into the car, my thoughts entirely consumed by Alissia. She actually showed up. Despite everything, despite the danger, the obvious red flags, she came. I picked that location deliberately—secluded, ominous—to scare her out of meeting me. It was meant to push her away, to make her see the real darkness she was stepping into. But she walked right through it, like she wasn’t afraid of anything.That was foolish. She has no idea how close she came to things going very wrong. I can still feel the sting of her punch. She swung fast, and I didn’t expect it. Didn’t have time to stop it. It wasn’t just the punch though—it’s everything about her. She pushed back against me in a way no one has before. Fought against the darkness instead of running from it.Who the fuck is Alissia?“All good?” Axel glances at me from the driver’s seat, pulling me out of my thoughts.“She’s fucking crazy.” I shake my head, leaning back against the leather seat. “Did anything we found say she h

Last Updated : 2024-12-02

Reading More Replies

Alissia POVI’ve spent the entire morning typing up the conversation from earlier, my fingers flying across the keyboard. I still don’t know his name, but based on how he was dressed and the way he spoke, I’m assuming he’s the Don of the mafia. My thoughts keep getting interrupted as my eyes flicker to the clock. I know I should be more anxious about what’s coming, but I can’t help it. There’s an adrenaline rush tied to this whole thing.“Are you sure you should meet this one?” Jenni asks from across the room, her voice full of concern. “At the canal? It sounds… well, murderish.”I laugh, trying to shake off the unease her words bring. “Maybe he’s a murderer then,” I joke, but she groans in response, clearly not amused.“How can you laugh this off, Alissia? I still can’t believe you met that guy this morning, in the middle of nowhere! God, had he killed you, no one would have found your body for years!”I roll my eyes at her dramatic tone. “Years is a bit extreme, Jen. Weeks or months

Last Updated : 2025-01-16

Choosing Her

Lucas POVI slip away from Alissia, the cool midday air clinging to my skin as I leave her sitting on that bench, her mind clearly spinning from our conversation. She has no idea what she’s getting into. That much is obvious from the way her eyes widened when I explained what happens during a real murder—the mess, the loss of control. She probably thought it was like in the movies, neat and clean. But it’s not. Death is chaos.The way her expression changed when I told her about the bodily fluids—that was when I knew. She thinks it’s simple. She thinks I walk in, shoot someone, and it’s over. But it’s never that easy. Murder is an art, and like any masterpiece, it requires time, patience, and precision. In a way, it’s a lot like stalking. Not the person necessarily, but the location, the details. Everything has to be perfect.She probably doesn’t realize how much planning goes into each kill. You don’t just grab a gun and take someone out. That’s amateur work. No, you have to get insi

Last Updated : 2025-01-16

Arranged Marriage

Alissia POVWhen I get back, the apartment is empty. Jenni’s not home, and honestly, that’s good. I need the quiet, the space, the time to process everything that’s happened. I need to type it all out while it’s still fresh in my mind, while the adrenaline is still buzzing in my veins.I open my laptop and begin typing, my fingers moving quickly over the keys. My mind is racing, replaying everything—the guy I just met, how he spoke, the way he moved, the sharpness in his eyes, and the cold edge to his voice.I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t hot. He was... really hot.I pause for a second, letting the image of him fill my mind. He was tall, with a broad, muscular build, a rugged face shadowed by a thick beard that somehow made him look even more dangerous. Tattoos peeked out from under the sleeves of his leather jacket, crawling up his neck and down his arms, like stories inked into his skin. And those eyes—dark, intense, like they could see right through me. His whole presence screame

Last Updated : 2025-01-16

A Gift

Alissia POVMy heart pounds in my chest as I make my way to the door, hesitating for just a second before pulling it open.A man stands there, his face impassive, holding out a box.“Yes?” I whisper, feeling the uneasy twist in my stomach.“Boss said you need to wear this tonight,” he says, handing me the box without another word. Before I can ask anything else, he turns and walks away, leaving me in the doorway holding the box.Boss? Tonight? My mind reels. He must mean the guy I met this morning—the one I’ve been calling Jackson. I glance back at my laptop, wondering if the stalker hacker had anything to do with this, but it seems quiet.Great, I think, sighing. Now he’s giving me gifts.I walk back inside, placing the box on the tab

Last Updated : 2025-01-17

Stunning Dress

Alissia POVWhen I walk through the door, Jenni’s waiting for me, arms crossed and eyes full of curiosity.“You’re alive,” she teases with a slight laugh, her eyebrows raising.I groan, tired of the same reaction every time I return from one of these insane meetings. “Yes, and I’ve got all fingers and toes still attached,” I reply, wiggling my fingers at her for effect.“Are you sure they’re real and not just randoms playing pretend to get your attention?” she asks, a more serious note in her voice this time.I hadn’t considered that, but something about the way these men carry themselves, the chilling confidence, tells me they aren’t pretending. “I’m sure they’re not playing pretend. There’s no way they’re faking that.”She nods slowly, eyeing me cautiously. “I was reading your work,” she says, pointing to my laptop screen.My stomach drops, and I wince. “About that,” I say, walking over to close the file on the lapt

Last Updated : 2025-01-17

The Night

Alissia POVAs I stand back and take in the full picture in the mirror, I barely recognize myself. I look like someone else—someone bolder, darker.What am I getting myself into?“Woah,” Jenni’s voice snaps me back to reality. She stares at me, eyes wide. “Goddamn, Alissia, he’s dressing you up like the main meal. I’m just putting it out there.”I groan and roll my eyes at her comment.“You think I’m joking? Guarantee he’s planning to eat you, not dinner,” she smirks, clearly enjoying herself.“I don’t even know if we’re having food,” I mutter, still unsure of what tonight even entails. The dress doesn’t exactly scream ‘Don lesson.’ Maybe it’s a formal event? Or is this part of

Last Updated : 2025-01-18

Her Beauty

Demitri POVI should’ve chosen the dress. Axel warned me not to get too involved, but the one they picked? It’s damn close to what I would have selected. Maybe I should’ve told them no slit, make sure it covers her shoulders—something a bit less revealing. But here we are, and she’s sitting there with the dress hugging her curves, the slit revealing just enough of her legs to make it impossible to concentrate.I try to focus on tonight’s business, but the way she’s seated, both her legs are showing in a way that has my attention splitting in two. Axel catches my eye in the rearview mirror, giving me a knowing smirk, as if he can sense the internal battle I’m facing.There are a few reasons for tonight. First, I want her to feel what it’s like for the characte

Last Updated : 2025-01-18

Dance With Me

Alissia POVThe meal went… well? I’m not entirely sure. Twice, Demitri’s hand gripped my dress, covering my exposed thigh as if the sight of my skin was too much for him to bear. The second time, he held it so tightly, his fist clenched in the fabric like it physically hurt him to let me be exposed.Why does he care so much? If he didn’t want my leg on display, maybe he should’ve chosen a different dress? Now, it’s just the two of us left at the table, and he turns toward me, his sharp eyes catching mine.“Each day my work changes,” he begins, his voice steady but intense. “There may be days where you cannot join me, and days where you can be with me all day. I have a question, Alissia. What is your limit?”I blink. Limits again? Every man I’ve met so far asks me about limits. “I have no limits,” I say, the words leaving my mouth without hesit

Last Updated : 2025-01-19

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