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

Please proceed with caution.

Itachi

My mood is black as the night throughout my drive back to the city. Considering my volatile mood and all the dark thoughts swirling in my head, I should've worked out, blown off some steam; should've done something.

Instead, I find myself in my little Petal's apartment. Again.

The inability to stay away has morphed from mere discomfort to being physically impossible.

After seeing Jiga drag Chiyo's mutilated body out, my head is filled with the blood from the scene.

Since I couldn't spill his own blood, I'm ready to spill something else, break it, maim it, fucking destroy it.

The fat orange cat greets me with a low mewl from his position on the couch. I ignore him and stride to the bedroom, undoing the first buttons of my shirt.

My little Petal is in deep sleep, on her side, the sheet has fallen to her waist, revealing her cotton, sleeveless robe. Even though it's dark, the moonlight from outside casts a pale hue on her skin, making it blue and up for the taking.

The entire way here, she was the only thing I could think about.

I hate it. I fucking despise it, but it's there like a goddamn constant.

There's no way in fuck I'll be able to get her out of my head any time soon and for that, she has to pay.

I have to pay, too, for not being able to push her out of my system after all this time.

I don't make a sound as I take off my clothes and lie them on the chair by her desk, hiding the gun and knife.

My little Petal might know what I do, but I don't want to shove it in her face just yet. She already pulls away from me after sex, letting her walls go up and her doubts consume her.

I'll ease her into it... slowly.

The mattress dips as I lie behind her, leaning on an elbow and slowly peeling the covers off her. The robe has risen to under her ass, and I can't help reaching beneath the cloth.

She's wearing the red lace panties I picked for her. I peel them off slowly, careful not to wake her.

I stifle a groan as my fingers lie flat on her shaved pussy. Did my little Petal watch one of her fantasies tonight? Did she miss how I owned every part of her?

Now that I know what pushes her buttons, I'll keep heightening the intensity until either she breaks, or I do.

Pulling her long pink hair to the side, my lips find the shell of her ear, lightly brushing over the warm skin. A slight moan emits from her and she absentmindedly reaches a hand to her tit, caressing the flesh ever so gently until the nipple hardens against the cloth.

Fuck me.

I wrap a hand around her throat from behind and thrust two fingers inside her in one go.

She gasps, her green eyes flying open.

"What—" she starts but my ruthless grip around her windpipe stops her mid-sentence.

Her body jerks into fight mode, her nails scratching against my hands so hard they cut the skin. The sting registers, but it doesn't stop me. If anything, I revel in the fucking pain as I inflict mine.

"The harder you fight me, the wetter you get, Pet," I whisper at her ear, thrusting my fingers mercilessly into her hot cunt.

Her eyes roll to the back of her head, probably on the verge of an orgasm. Or maybe it's because she realized it's me. I don't allow myself to think that, but it registers anyway.

My dick thickens at the thought that she's turned on by my force, my presence.

She's still scratching at my hand, but her hips jerk, following the rhythm of my fingers, wanting more, needing more.

Being attacked and liking it.

What am I, if not a good sport?

I pump my fingers inside her, simultaneously teasing her clit hard and fast. Her mouth falls in a wordless scream as she clenches around me.

My dick strains against her ass, demanding a turn.

Her nails dig into my skin, but her struggles disappear as she rides her orgasm. My little Petal turns into an obedient good girl when she's coming, especially if it's an intense long wave like this one.

I pull out of her and place both fingers at her lips, circling their fullness, making them glisten with her arousal.

She opens and sucks them inside.

"Good girl."

She releases a soft moan as I stroke my fingers against her tongue, coating it and making her taste both of us. Her skin heats and her hair sticks to her nape due to the force of her release.

Her eyes flutter closed, probably thinking she can go back to dreamland.

I release her neck and yank her T-shirt over her head. She lets me before her head falls back on the pillow. It's like she thinks this is a dream and now she can have her sleep back.

Time to prove her wrong.

The hickeys I left on the flesh of her collarbone and breasts are fading away. I have to fix that.

Her pink-tipped tits have a bluish hue under the moon's light and her soft curves appear prominent from this view. I run a finger from her side to her hip and down to her thigh, sampling, imagining all the things I can and will do to her body.

"You know, you really shouldn't have smiled at me that day," I say.

She hums in her sleep, her ass pushing against me as if thinking she can snuggle there and end it at that.

Think again, my little Petal.

Without warning, I yank both her hands behind her back and tie her wrists up with her nightgown.

Her eyes open again, voice heavy with sleep. "I-Itachi?"

"Who the fuck did you think made you come just now?"

"That... that wasn't a dream?"

"A dream? You think you can come that hard in a dream?"

"No... yes... I don't know. Wait... did you just choke me?" she asks with an incredulous tone.

Now that she's not blanketed by sleep, she's trying to build her walls again.

Shut me down.

Pull away from me.

"I get to choke you, use you, abuse you and do whatever the fuck I please, my pet."

"Fuck you, Itachi."

"I'll be the one who will fuck you." I lift her leg up and thrust balls deep insider her. A shudder grips her entire body due to the force of my hips.

Her hands jerk as if to stop me, but they're bound. She's tied down, helpless and completely at my mercy.

She groans and twists her neck as if that will help her get rid of me.

"Stop it," she pants, even as her ass brushes over my balls, demanding more. "Get out of my life."

"That's the point, Pet. Neither of us wants me out."

"I d-do." She moans when I hit her sensitive spot.

"And yet you're soaking my dick." I push her hair to the side then fist it in a tight grip, tugging her by it and forcing her to look back at me. "Admit it, Pet, I'm your fantasy come true."

Her lips tremble with the force of her pleasure. She wants to hold back but can't. My little Petal craves this as much as I do, she dreams about it and tucks it in the dark corner of her head.

Still, her politically correct mind refuses to accept this.

"Fuck you, fuck you," she chants.

"Gladly."

I slap her ass over and over until she sobs. But I don't end it there, no, I drive my cock into her fast and hard and dirty.

All what happened today pours into this moment of madness and utter surrender. This moment where it's only me and my little Petal.

My disobedient, yet willing Petal.

My innocent, yet kinky Petal.

Her ass turns a bright shade of red that soothes me and makes her cunt a wet mess, her juices coating my dick to the brim.

My hand wraps around her throat, firm enough to keep her in place.

My little Petal is completely at my mercy, bound and choked, her ass red, and her pussy clenched around me in preparation for her orgasm.

I slow down my pace, one hand clutching her hip, easing out of her so slow that she shudders.

Her teary eyes widen. "W-why did you stop?"

"I thought you wanted me to, Pet."

"I-Ita, don't, don't…"

"Don't what? Don't give you what you want?"

"Yeah, don't give me what I want."

"So, I shouldn't let you come or I shouldn't let you go?"

"Screw you, jerk," she groans with the force of her frustration. Her ass wiggles against me, desperate for more than the lazy stroke.

"Do you want me to give it to you hard and fast, Pet?"

She bites her lower lip but doesn't say anything.

"We can stay like this all night, or you can pick a side," I whisper at her ear. "You can't be a good little girl and my slutty little pet at the same time."

She sniffles, but her eyes are clear even in the dark. "Why can't I be?"

Fuck me.

The way she asks the question, the innocence and the damn curiosity, get me in the groin.

My little Petal is out to destroy my fucking head.

"Why do you keep doing that?" I push my cock back into her, my frustration getting the better of me.

"Doing what?" she asks on a gasp. "You tell me. You're the one who does that. You're sick, Itachi."

"And you're just as sick," I whisper at her ear.

Her head angles towards me, lips parting as if wanting me to kiss them.

I'm tempted to, fuck am I tempted to, but I know the moment my lips meet hers, I'll be even more screwed than I already am.

If she's disappointed, she doesn't show it, as she moans my name while my cock slides deep.

"Break for me, my pet." I groan in her ear. "Now."

She does.

Just like that.

Her body combusts and she screams as she clenches around me. I fuck my little slut hard and fast and don't ease up until I'm pumping my seed into her. My release is so strong, cum coats her thighs and pools on the sheets below us.

As her head falls on the pillow, a satisfied sigh leaving her lips, a dark thought crosses my mind.

I'll never get enough of my little Petal.

She's right, I'm sick.

Because I can only see death parting us.