Blake: "You think stalkers just watch? That’s cute." His dark chuckle sends a shiver down your spine. "You’re in for a real surprise." Demitri: "When I speak, people obey. It’s that simple. Even you won’t say no to me." Lucas: "Killing isn’t the thrill—it’s the build-up, the precision, the art in it. How can’t you see that?" When a dark romance author ventures onto the dark web in search of real-life inspiration, she makes a daring request: to shadow a stalker, a serial killer, and the mafia’s Don for a week to better understand their worlds. What starts as research for her latest novel quickly turns into something far more dangerous. Blake, the obsessive stalker, Demitri, the commanding mafia Don, and Lucas, the twisted killer, each agree to let her into their lives—but none of them plan to let her go. Now, the author finds herself not just writing a dark romance, but living it, as all three men decide they want her for themselves. The question isn’t just how she’ll escape—but which one of them will claim her first.
View MoreAlissiaAs Demitri steps out of the room, I take a deep breath, collecting myself. The moment he returns with Jenni, reality hits—I completely forgot she was coming tonight. Glancing at the dimly lit windows, it surprises me that the day has already faded into night. I’ve barely processed anything beyond the whirlwind of emotions, intense moments, and laughter that have filled today. I feel myself sway as I stand, and Lucas steadies me, his hand trailing down my leg with a gentle stroke before letting go.I walk to Jenni, and we share a tight hug, a grounding connection that reminds me of normalcy in the midst of everything. Demitri smiles, gesturing toward another room. “Go on, the bar’s set up for you,” he says, his voice soft. I nod, taking Jenni’s hand, leading her through. Her eyes dart around as we pass through the hall, taking in every detail of this world I’ve stumbled into. It isn’t until the door closes behind u
Alissia POVDemitri’s face softens, his dark eyes searching mine with a mix of concern and understanding. “Now, we need to discuss last night—what happened while we were out and what it truly means,” he says gently, his voice steady, though I sense the urgency beneath it.I nod, taking a breath, and look at each of them before speaking. “I already know,” I begin, my voice barely a whisper but filled with conviction. They glance at one another, surprised, so I continue. “That shot? It wasn’t meant for you, Demitri. I saw it all in the way you reacted, the way you moved without a second thought to protect me. There was panic in your eyes, like you knew I was the target all along. And it hit me hard—that you all would do anything to protect me.” My voice wavers, but I push through, feeling the weight of every word. “I realized last night, during everything, that each of you would willingly put yourselves on
AlissiaI wake slowly, becoming aware of someone’s arms wrapped securely around me. There’s a warm, steady rhythm beneath my cheek—A heart heartbeat. Memories drift back in pieces, a tangle of intense emotions, and then a feeling of crashing, like panic, had swept over me from nowhere. I glance up, my gaze meeting Lucas’s soft, steady expression as he watches me wake. He doesn’t speak or even move, just waits with a calm patience that soothes the lingering fragments of confusion in me. I lean up and kiss him, slipping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer until his body melts against mine, returning the kiss gently.When I pull back, he smiles, his eyes glinting with a mix of affection and relief. Reality settles around me, and I feel the weight of how I must have reacted. “I’m sorry,” I whisper
BlakeI see the rawness in Alissia the moment Demitri speaks. Her face betrays her—she knows the truth, knows that bullet was meant for her, but I can tell she’s fighting hard not to accept it, not to face it head-on. She shifts, as if trying to escape, and Lucas tightens his grip, not letting her go.“Alissia, you need to talk to us about this,” Lucas says, his tone a mix of concern and insistence. But her eyes, wide and wild, are filled with fear—a fear so deep it practically reaches out, and in that moment, I realize she’s not ready for this.“Lucas, let her go!” I interject, sharp but careful, locking eyes with him. “You’re scaring her. Let her go,” I repeat, quieter, urging him to understand. Lucas’s hand loosens immediately, and she darts over to me, practically throwing herself onto my lap. She buries her face into my shoulder, her body shaking, her breaths coming in choked sobs as she finally lets the tears fall.Lucas watches, looking stunned and
LucasFrom the moment Blake mentioned grabbing clothes for her, I felt the tension ease in my chest. It was as if a silent understanding passed between us, and I realized with quiet gratitude that he’d taken that essential first step in separating the care for her. I’m used to handling aftercare on my own, so the logistics of three people stepping into that intimate space had me at a bit of a loss. But Blake’s lead gave me clarity. Aftercare wouldn’t be a singular responsibility; it was something we could share, a piece of each of us taking turns to support her. With that in mind, I offered to get food and a drink, each of us ensuring she’d be attended to in our own way.I head to my room, quickly slipping under the shower’s warm stream, a part of me eager not to miss a moment with her. I dress w
BlakeI’m still trying to wrap my head around what happened. She’s surrendered before, sure, but it was always on her terms, with that defiant spark still alive in her eyes. But today was different, like she’d finally let herself fall all the way. And now, I’m feeling something I can’t quite shake, something somewhere between awe and… an ache to hold her close.As much as I wanted to take care of everything with her aftercare, to be the one she leaned on, it’s not just about me anymore; there are three of us now. And that complicates things, especially the aftercare. We all felt it, that strange hesitation, the unspoken question hanging in the air about how we’d handle this together. So, I took the practical route—I offered to get her clothes, a small task, but one that gave us some direction. Once she’s done showering, I’ll make sure she’s dressed comfortably and cared for properly, with no detai
DemitriAs I hold Alissia close, her breath soft and even against my chest, I can tell she’s still wrapped in a haze, not fully here yet. I know this state all too well—subspace. It’s that rare, deep place submissives fall into when they’ve fully let go, releasing control of their body, mind, everything. Her body is pliant against mine, and her fingers, normally restless and defiant, now rest limply over my heart, as if searching for an anchor.The room feels strangely still, as if even Blake and Lucas are hesitant to break this spell. They’re watching me, looking as uncertain as I feel. Alissia in this state is… unexpected. We all know her fire, her biting wit, that stubborn resistance that keeps us on our toes. This is different. And I don’t think any of us are sure what to make of it.My hand drifts over her back in slow circles, keeping her grounded as she eases her way back to reality. The blanket I pulled over us
AlissiaMy body sags against Lucas, my mind adrift, his hips moving in slow, teasing circles that keep me on the edge, coaxing every last sensation out of me. The orgasm that swept through me left me spent, its intensity something I’d never experienced before, like a wave crashing over and drowning me in pure, raw pleasure.Blake’s hand finds my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. He smiles, a warmth in his eyes that makes my heart pound, and leans in, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “Good girl,” he whispers, the words wrapping around me, soothing and exciting all at once. “Just let them finish filling you, and then we’ll be done.” His promise makes me whimper, and I shiver as Demitri’s cock slides in beside Lucas’s, stretching me even further, filling every inch of me.Demitri settles deep, his hand pressing down on my waist, anchoring me between them as their movements start, slow and synchronised,
DemitriAs I switch places with Lucas, I slide deep into her, feeling her body cling to me with an intensity that sends a shiver through every inch of my being. She whimpers softly, her voice thick with need, and I can feel her trembling, fully surrendered to the moment. I try to stay focused, to ignore the flood of thoughts swirling in my mind. It’s a shift I didn’t expect—to see her transform from the stubborn, rebellious woman who resisted every command to someone craving approval, relishing in being good.I know that if I let myself dwell on it now, I’ll ask questions that might break the spell she’s in. And she’s… happy. The dreamy, faraway look in her eyes, the way her body melts into every movement, each touch—it’s clear she’s found her way into subspace, lost in that peaceful, high state from the moment I called her a good girl. She’s so deep in it that her responses are instinctive, her body re
Please note: This a dark romance story, it features dark content.Alissia POVI sit at my desk, staring blankly at the blinking cursor on my screen. It mocks me, as if it knows I have no idea where to start with my latest attempt. Dark romance. The genre I never thought I’d touch. But after bombing miserably in everything else—comedy, fantasy, sci-fi, even horror—I figured I’d give it a shot. How hard could it be to blend the raw, twisted emotions of a toxic relationship with an edge of danger? Apparently, harder than I thought.“Alissia, seriously?” Jenni’s voice cuts through my thoughts like a knife, sharp and teasing. “Dark romance now?”I swivel my chair to face her. She’s sprawled out on the couch in our tiny living room, legs draped over the armrest like she owns the place. Well, technically, we share the apartment, but she’s definitely made herself more comfortable. Her blonde hair is a mess of waves, and she’s wearing one of those oversized graphic tees with some sarcastic quo...
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