Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Alissia POV“Thank you for the dress,” I say, looking up at him as we move, “but why?”He spins me around until my back is pressed against his chest, his breath warm on the back of my neck. “You want to portray the female character, right?” His voice is smooth, controlled. I nod, waiting for more. “How do you know how the female character feels? You don’t. The gift of the dress was meant to give you that same feeling—help you experience what your character would.”So this was all part of the research? His explanation makes sense in theory, but something still feels off. His eyes flick across the room, like he’s having a silent conversation with someone.I can’t shake the feeling that this dance isn’t just for me—it’s part of something larger, something calculated. He turns me and pulls my body closer to his, our movements fluid, but there’s a tension beneath it. His hand slides down my back, keeping me tight against him.Then his gaze shifts again. This time, I catch the moment he giv

AlissiaWhen I get back, it’s nearly midnight, and the apartment is silent. Jenni must be asleep, which means I can move around quietly, avoiding the questions I’m not in the mood to answer. I need to get changed—Blake is expecting me soon, and I have no idea what to wear for a stalking lesson.Is there even a dress code for stalking someone? I have no idea, and I feel flushed, not sure if it’s the lingering summer heat or the thrill of everything that’s happened tonight.Sighing, I settle on a pair of leggings, a t-shirt, and trainers. Something easy to move in, in case… well, in case I have to move fast. Tying my hair up in a loose ponytail, I grab a small crossbody bag and toss a few essentials inside. Gloves? Cap? He didn’t give me instructions, which makes me wonder—was that deliberate? Was it some kind of test to see if I can figure things out on my own?I glance at the clock. It’s a half-hour walk to the meeting spot. In the middle of the night. Perfect. I’m already running on

Alissia POV“Do you not hide your face?” I ask, feeling confused.Blake turns to me with a wink. “When you can get into their system and shut down their cameras and security, why would you?”He’s already done that? I stare at him, wondering just how deep his skills run. “You’ve done that?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.“Already sorted it. The cameras went down about two hours ago,” he says with a quick glance at his phone. “Everything is set. Come on,” he pushes open the door to a large building, and I follow him inside, my steps quieter now as the thrill—and fear—of what we’re doing hits me.He leads me through the corridors until we stop at a door, one that looks eerily familiar from the pictures we’d seen earlier.“Whose office is this?” I ask, my curiosity piqued.“The boss’s office,” he answers, smirking as he steps inside, his eyes scanning the room like a predator looking for its prey. Within moments, he finds what he’s looking for—a small, hidden camera perched in th

Demitri POVI step into the shadows, keeping my distance, watching her. I follow her, keeping to the shadows, careful to stay out of sight. She walks slowly, her clothes sticking to her from the rain, her head down, arms wrapped around herself as though she’s trying to shield against more than just the cold. I should turn back, I tell myself. I shouldn’t be here. But something keeps me following her, my footsteps quiet against the wet pavement.Twice, she turns, sensing someone. Her eyes scan the street, looking for movement, but I’m good at this. I stay hidden, watching her closely. Each time, she shakes her head and keeps walking, her pace quickening just slightly.I debate with myself, questioning whether I should speak to her, whether I should let her know I’m here. Would it be a mistake to intervene? I’m already too involved as it is. But something about seeing her alone, drenched, and vulnerable, won’t let me turn away.As she reaches her apartment building, she glances behind h

Blake POVI think I finally hit a nerve with Alissia. Not with the explicit sexual content, or the breaking into offices, or even the hacking. No, what seemed to rattle her was the idea of using someone’s secret affair against them. For someone who claims to have no limits, who says nothing phases her, she sure looked affected by that.As I walk back into my apartment, the weight of her reaction lingers. Not that I have time to dwell on it. There’s too much to do before I see her again. I’m not just keeping tabs on her for fun—I need to make sure no one else is accessing her laptop like I did. Plus, I plan on sitting with her when we watch the fallout from those pictures. I have the work schedules, and the guy isn’t in until nine, which gives me time to make sure everything is in place.She surprised me by agreeing to let me have access to her laptop. I expected more of a fight, maybe some boundaries. But no, she handed it over. That makes me wonder—does she plan to just ditch the lap