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This story is a dark stalker romance with extreme dubious situations.

Please proceed with caution.

Itachi

People usually have one strike with me. At the second, they're out.

It's fucking finished; their dreams, their lives, and everything in between.

My little Petal has just reached her second strike. The first was getting drunk and dancing with those asshole friends, the second was trying to chase me away.

As if that will ever happen.

My little Petal seems under the misconception that she has a fucking choice in the matter. She doesn't.

She stares up at me with wide eyes as I pin her to her bed by her jaw. I can feel the pulse underneath my skin, heightening, quickening, as if her heart is about to explode out of its confinements.

It's a shame for her heart to stop beating. If she needs one, I'll just rip one out and give it to her all bloodied and even still throbbing.

"Itachi—"

"Shh." I cut her off, shaking my head. "You're at your second strike, Pet."

"S-Second strike? What does that mean?"

"It means you should be lifeless right now, but I'm thinking about an alternative. The best thing you can do right now is to shut the fuck up."

She swallows. I can see her need to speak, say something, even protest, but there's something curious about my little Petal. When she's at my mercy — or the lack thereof, her smart mouth is usually slightly parted as if begging for my cock inside it.

That's an idea.

I release her and she shudders, visibly pushing against the mattress. Poor little Petal. Does she really think anything will save her from me?

"On your knees, Pet."

She pushes against the headboard, pulling the sheet to her neck and watching me with unfocused eyes. Could be because of the alcohol in her system, but she's finding trouble keeping up.

"Itachi, I... I don't want to do this."

I cock my head to the side. "Do what?"

"Whatever it is you want me to do."

"Why?"

She thins her lips into a line but says nothing.

"Why, Pet?" I rise to my feet, towering over her until my shadow falls on her small frame.

"Y-you're scaring me."

A smirk lifts my lips. "Is that so?"

Her mouth trembles as she tightens her hold on the sheet. My sweet little Petal is almost like those who beg for their lives at the last second. They know nothing will save them, but they still fight for that hope of freedom anyway.

"It's useless, Pet. You're already caught."

"Can't you un-caught me." There's a hint of her feistiness in there, but she soon clamps her mouth shut.

A humorless chuckle rips from me. "No, and that's not even a word. Aren't you supposed to be a nerd?"

"How... how do you know that?"

Her huge eyes widen even more, almost bulging out of their sockets. She's starting to suspect me, and while I camouflaged it well at the beginning, I couldn't give two shits about it right now. She can suspect me all she likes, but there will be no changing this.

"On your fucking knees. I won't repeat myself."

It's slow and almost uncoordinated, but she releases the sheet and lets it fall beside her as she stumbles. I shove both my hands in my pockets, so I don't reach out and steady her.

My little Petal needs to learn how to follow orders. From now on, it's going to be imperative for her survival.

"Faster."

She flinches at my authoritative tone but quickly kneels in front of me, her eyes meeting mine. Although they're clouded by fear, there's something else, too.

Something wild and unhinged.

I unbuckle my pants and let them fall to the ground as I free my dick. It's been rock-fucking hard since the moment I beat those guys up for putting their goddamn hands on her. I even contemplated bending her over the bar's table and fucking her in front of the entire club, so the world would know who she belongs to.

"You're going to suck me and you're going to make it good, Pet." I shove my dick against her lips, wetting them with my pre-cum. "Am I making myself clear?"

She slowly opens her tiny mouth, her hands reaching out to aid her with my thickness. I'm too big for her, and I groan as I watch her struggle, trying to fit me in without triggering her gag reflex.

She's gentle, soft, too soft for my mood right now.

"Did I ask you to caress me?"

She shakes her head frantically, picking up her pace, but it's still not enough. Nothing is enough with my little Petal. She can stay on her knees for eternity, getting me off and it still won't be enough.

I grab a fistful of her hair, wrap it around my hand, and tug harshly. She cries out at the pain at her roots, but she doesn't stop sucking.

With my fist in her hair, I shove myself deep down her throat. Her eyes bulge and redden, tears pooling at the bottom of those green gems that are driving me fucking crazy.

I pull out of her and she coughs, my pre-cum and her drool forming rivulets on either side of her mouth.

As she sucks in a deep breath, I pull her by the hair again and hit the back of her throat with my dick, my hips jerking with the movement.

She stares at me with defiance, tears stroking her cheeks and face flushed, but she doesn't break eye contact, as if challenging me, taunting me.

My little Petal doesn't know who she's dealing with.

I pull out of her and drag her to her feet by the hair. Her squeal rips through the room as I throw her on the bed, face down.

Animals are called animals for letting their instincts take over, for acting on their impulses.

I'm a fucking animal as I lunge on Petal's back and rip her dress off with my bare hands.

She gasps and tries to kick me away, her cries and pants are accentuated by the silence in the room.

The moment her bare flesh is in sight, I fucking lose it.

She's wearing nothing underneath. No bra, no panties —nothing.

I grab a fistful of her hair as my front covers her back. My voice is calm, unlike the war raging inside me. "What were your plans for the night, my pet? Who did you go bare for?"

"N-No one." The tremors in her voice only feed my beast, causing me to harden and urging me to take it out on her smooth, unblemished flesh.

"No one?" I bring my hand down on her ass cheek.

She yelps, the sound ending on a pained moan. The smell of her arousal fills the air like she doesn't know whether to be turned on or upset by the slap.

My little Petal is that way sometimes, unable to let go, even when deep down, she wants to.

"The dress," she gasps.

"The dress?" I pull it completely off her and throw the torn cloth on the ground. "Which dress?"

"The one you just ruined. It looks better on its own." She pants as if coming down from a marathon.

"Let me tell you a secret, Pet." I thrust three fingers inside her wet cunt, making her arch off the bed as I lean over to bite her lobe into my mouth. "You look the best out of it."

Her eyes roll back as I lick down her cheek and then latch onto a spot on her neck that drives her fucking crazy. I suck hard and bite and leave my mark like a primal being claiming what belongs to him, all while fucking her with my fingers.

I don't stop when she cries out or when she begs, or even when her eyes fill with tears.

The stimulation is torturing her, making her slick and hot and tingly. I feel it against my hand as she soaks me, demanding more.

I give her just that.

Clutching her ass cheek, I shove off her and pull her up by the hips so her ass is up in the air and her glistening wetness is ready for me.

"Ita... please."

"Please what?"

"L-Let me go…" Her trembling body betrays her. The way her ass molds into my hand, demanding I fuck her in it, is also betraying her.

But that's the thing with my little Petal. She's at her best when she's offered no mercy.

"Let you go?" I slap her ass again and she bucks off, yelping. "Do you think that's an option?"

"You're killing me." She glances at me over her shoulder, eyes glistening, cheeks red, and the hickeys on her neck glaring at me with pride.

"That's the point, my pet. This is your second strike after all." I remove my fingers, grab hold of her hips, and slam my dick balls deep into her tight pussy.

She cries out, and the sound is muffled as she hides her face into the pillow.

I don't fuck her, I punish her. I slam inside her with a force that bucks her body off the bed and the little whimpers coming from her are driving me fucking insane.

My balls tighten with the need to release my seed inside her and mark her for the fucking world to see.

"Itachi, oh, please…" she mumbles against the pillow.

"Let you go? Let you come? Pick one, my pet."

"I hate you," she gasps on the word as her ass wiggles against me, demanding more, demanding everything.

That's the thing about my little Petal. She's greedy and she's a fucking seductress. It's just that she needs that wanton slut wrenched out of her.

"I hate you too, Petal." I pound inside her with the pace of a madman. It gets faster and harder, stronger and louder. Her tits bounce with the force of it and her moans break.

"Itachi... Ita…"

"What will it be, Pet? Come or fucking go?"

"Come! Make me come!"

I pull out almost completely then slam back in, my thumb pressing on her clit at the same time.

Her nails dig into the mattress as she lets out a moan mixed with a sob. A full-body shudder grips her as she unravels around my cock.

Seeing her come undone around me is an aphrodisiac in itself. There's no way in fuck I'm letting another person see her at her best, at her most fragile and erotic form as I do now.

I grip her hair in a ponytail, slightly lifting her off the bed as I ram inside her with ruthless thrusts. Another wave hits her, bleeding into the previous one as I empty myself in her heat.

My shoulders tighten with the force of my release as my cum fills her to the brim.

A soft sigh leaves her lips and I pull out of her, watching the streaks of my cum trailing down her thighs.

My cock is about ready to take her over and over and fucking over again. I need to mark her, claim her, and bind her to me.

As she watches me with half-lidded eyes, my cum filling her and my marks decorating her neck, only one thought remains.

Mine.