Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer의 모든 챕터: 챕터 51 - 챕터 60

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

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

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

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

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,