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

Please proceed with caution.


Sakura

My plan to escape is moving slowly but surely.

I've managed to convince Itachi that I'm bored and therefore, he lets me out with Salli when she goes out to get groceries from the delivery trucks. We're not allowed to leave the farm, and there are countless guards, but it's still my chance to observe everyone around.

Since that meeting Itachi had a week or so ago; the house is buzzing with men and workers who Salli mentioned work at the winery or at the olive fields.

I learned that the Uchiha mansion is far away from the nearest town, so when I escape, I need to arrange for a car to get there.

Since I don't speak the language, I'll find a problem in communicating with the locals.

Besides, even if I learn Italian, Salli says the Sicilian dialect is completely different from the other regions in Italy so I need to keep that in mind if I learn from textbooks.

Sai, Salli's grandson, has been teaching me small words like how to say hello and goodbye and the name of some foods and the cats. I'm starting to learn some verbs, but the gender part of the grammar throws me off which makes Sai laugh at me.

Itachi said he can teach me if I want, but I would rather die than take his help. Besides, he said he will only teach me if I take it in the ass and stay still as he fucks my mouth. While the offer is a little tempting — okay, a lot, I don't want him to pick up on my plan.

He's too intuitive and I really want to have the first step in this.

I can't win against him no matter what I try. He always comes up with something unpredictable that shuffles all my cards, but not now.

This time, I'll be the one who wins. My captor won't have the last word in this. He doesn't get to steal my life, my freedom, and even stop me from seeing the only family member I have left.

I hate Itachi. That's the only feeling I'm allowed to feel around him, not whatever chaotic emotions go through me whenever he touches me or takes me slow and unhurried as if he's relearning my body.

Today, instead of having dinner in the dining room or in the bedroom, Salli tells me Itachi is waiting for me outside.

I pull my hair in a ponytail and wear a sweater over my dress because it gets chilly here in the evenings. Itachi got me an entire wardrobe of clothes that he can easily rip off me. He says I don't need underwear when he's around and he's proven it every time he's in my surroundings.

As much as I want to go back to Chicago, I can't deny how clear and clean the air here is. It's like I've been cleansing my lungs and detoxing since the day I arrived.

The moment I step out of the patio, I stop, my lips parting. There's a table in the middle filled with all sorts of Italian food that's started to grow on me. Or maybe it's because Salli cooks the most delicious meals I've had in my life.

Itachi stands there, pouring wine into glasses. He's only in his dark blue shirt with the cuffs rolled to his elbows, showing his strong, veiny forearms.

"Ita?" I walk into the patio. "What is this?"

"There you are." He leans over and places a kiss to my temple.

I freeze, my heart skipping a beat. No. This is wrong.

He can't keep doing this.

He can't confuse me with gentle sex and then set up some romantic dinner as if we're dating or something.

I push away from him, my defenses building all at once. It's enough that I haven't been able to properly focus on my escape plan because he keeps distracting me. I don't need a romantic dinner and temple kisses to add to the mix.

"Why are you doing this, Itachi?"

"Doing what? Feeding you?"

"No! This, the dinner, the wine, all of it. I don't want it."

His jaw ticks, but he raises a brow. "You don't want to eat?"

"I don't want you to act as if nothing is wrong, as if you didn't take me against my will. You're my captor, not my damn lover."

He's silent for a second and if it weren't for the slight narrowing of his eyes, I would think he didn't hear me.

The time crawls by and I resist the urge to fidget. There's something about the way he watches me that turns me into a self-conscious fool.

It's like he can reach inside me and freeze me with those icy dark eyes.

He goes back to pouring wine. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that. Go sit on your chair, Pet."

I will not sit in my chair. I won't be obedient and compliant like a lamb led to slaughter. My temper flares and I reach for the nearest object which happens to be a knife — fitting — and point it at him.

Itachi sets the bottle of wine on the table and faces me. He doesn't seem affected that I'm holding a knife and that if I take one step, I'll be aiming it at his throat.

"What are you going to do about it, Pet?"

"A-about what?"

"You said you won't be a lamb, so what will you do? Are you going to turn into a wolf and stab me with that?" He takes a step, suppressing the distance between us.

The knife is now at the hollow of his neck, but he doesn't attempt to push away. If anything, he keeps getting closer until I have to stare up at him. My hand shakes and my eyes widen.

"Go ahead," he taunts. "You want to stop being a lamb, no?"

The knife nearly falls from my grip due to the tremors in my hand. I'm about to drop it when Itachi clutches my wrist and twists it making the weapon fall to the ground.

He swings me around and slams me against the wall. I gasp as the shock ripples not only through my back but also between my legs.

His rough side always got me in a twist and I brought it upon myself this time.

"You think you can hurt me, Pet? Escape me?" he snarls against my face as he lifts me up. My legs wrap around him of their own volition as he opens his pants enough to get his hard cock out.

He reaches underneath my dress and groans when he finds I'm going commando. "Look at you bare and soaked for me. You want to be fucked like a dirty little whore, don't you, my slut?"

I grab onto his shirt, my nails digging into his back as my only form of encouragement.

He thrusts balls deep inside me and spanks my ass at the same time. The stinging sensation shooting straight to my core. I shriek and bite his shoulder over his shirt to mute the sound.

"You're mine, Pet. Fucking mine, accept it already." He slides out almost entirely before he pounds into me again and again.

A sob tears in the air and that's when I realize the sound is coming from me. He's breaking my walls and reforming them.

He's not only fucking my body, but also my soul. He's making me his whether I like to or not.

"Come for me," he whispers near my mouth as he tugs at my throat by the collar.

I do.

I let out a long moan mixed with a sob as I fall apart around him in all senses of the word.

And I know, I just know that if I don't leave soon, I'll be completely caught under his spell until there's no way out.

A part of me, a stupid part, wants that.

Itachi powers into me harder and faster until his cum spills inside me and trickles down my thighs.

I'm too spent to think or do anything, so I let my head rest against his shoulder as I catch my breaths.

"Now," he spanks me one last time, making me whimper with residual pleasure. "You're going to sit your ass on that chair and eat."

"And if I say no?" I murmur.

"I'll fuck that attitude out of you." He licks the shell of my ear. "And this time, I won't stop, my pet."