Well, it's been FOREVER since I've updated, I've been on one hell of a hiatus. And I'm soooo sorry readers. I really am, but the story isn't over : ) but please be nice to me : )
Asta looked up at the larger man in awe. His body rippled as it moved against hers, beads of sweat glistened on his body. Their bodies molded together, feverish flesh on feverish flesh. Soft mewling noises sounded from Asta's body with each thrust.
She was on her back, the back of her knees were pressed against Kakuzu's shoulders. He embedded himself deep inside her. Her hands latched onto his back, her nails lacerated the man's back. Long scratches marred his bronze skin, small trickles of blood seeped out. He quickly pulled out of her. Asta cried out when she felt he had removed himself from her. The emptiness was almost too much to bear.
A foreboding chuckle radiated from the ninja. "Horny bitch." he muttered. The young girl let her face fall into the pillow beneath her. "Pleeease…" She howled. "Please what?"
The man asked. "Please, I need you." She pleaded.
"You need me, for what?" He chuckled again, enjoying the torture. "I need you inside of me." She peeked behind her, throwing him a pleading look.
"No, I think not. I'm rather hungry. Go fix me a sandwich. Then maybe I'll think about finishing this." He gripped her rear end and slapped it.
Asta was dumbfounded. "Wh…. What?" She asked, her body flopping to the bed. "We have been fucking for a while now. I believe that it is time to take a break and rest." He loved toying with her. She was nothing but a toy in his eyes and the sick bastard savored that.
The former maid grudgingly scooted off of the silken sheets and rummaged through some clothes Kakuzu bought for her. She shimmied into a thin sea foam colored cotton shirt. It cascaded down her body, stopping around her mid-butt. She slipped on a white pair of shorts. The assassin laying on the bed, his eyes taking in the feast before him. Asta felt his stare on her, all the way until she walked out of the room.
The kitchen was nothing to fawn over. Barely any food. Some eggs, several meats, and something that looked like a finger in an ice cube. "I don't want to know" Asta said to herself as she picked up the eggs and meat. "You don't want to know what?" A solemn voice whispered behind her.
She jumped, hitting her head off the refrigerator. "Ouch " She muttered, embarrassed at what she did. She made a swift recover and turned toward the counter to her right, placing everything on it. A man about 5 foot 9 inches stood. His hair black as the night on a new moon. His eyes even darker. He studied her, all the way from her blonde hair down to her unpainted toe nail. "Who are you?" She refuted, rubbing the new bump forming on the top of her head.
"I'm Itachi Uchiha. Who are you?"
I'm really sorry for the delay and the quality of this chapter. : (
This past while, a lot of things have happened, mainly relationship wise. These events have really turned me away from this. I've gotten over it and not I'm back to writing this. I really did miss this fan fiction.
Soooo hopefully I will have another chapter out soon.