Dressed in her silk nightgown, Sarada sat perched on the edge of her velvet chaise. Brows furrowed in concentration, she focused on moving a teacup across the coffee table with her magic. When she wasn't reading books she had borrowed from her father's study, she was practicing her abilities.
She would stay up late into the night because she was determined to learn and improve, and not at all in anticipation of a visit from the prince.
It had already been two nights and he hadn't shown. Then again, maybe he had been bluffing the whole time, just another way to ruffle her feathers.
Sarada was still struggling to discern her feelings for Boruto. One moment he was unbearably annoying but then the next she was itching to get closer to him, itching to crash her lips into his despite all the warnings her brain tried to scream at her.
"Knock, knock," a voice called from outside her balcony door. Sarada inhaled a startled gasp and sent her teacup flying off the coffee table and shattering on the floor.
"Shit!" she muttered as she fell to her knees and hastily began picking up the broken pieces.
"Hellooo?" he sang.
Panicked, Sarada hid the shattered porcelain behind the throw pillow on her armchair and scurried over to the balcony. But as she reached for the knob, she hesitated. Her hand quickly retracted to instead smooth out her hair.
With a deep breath, she reminded herself that she didn't even care that he was here.
When Sarada finally opened the balcony door, she found Boruto looking rather relaxed as he leaned back against the banister with his ankles crossed. He raised a brow at her. "Took you long enough."
She scoffed at the impolite greeting and folded her arms over her chest. "What do you want?"
Salacious blue eyes looked her up and down, suddenly making her short nightgown feel much too thin. "I like this little outfit. Do you always sleep in such negligible clothing?"
"What do you want?" she repeated impatiently as if she hadn't been expecting him to show up for the past few nights.
With a chuckle, Boruto pushed off the banister and stepped forward. "I thought we could have a little talk."
"At this hour?!" Sarada gestured outside at the midnight sky.
A hint of mirth curled up the corner of his lips as he glanced over at her bed. "If it's past your bedtime, I'd be happy to tuck you in."
Her eyes narrowed, unamused. "Talk."
"You're not going to invite me in first?" he pouted. "I came all this way just to see you."
Sarada exaggeratedly rolled her eyes but gestured for him to follow her into her bedroom's seating area. "Fine, you can come in."
A wicked smile stretched across his lips as he strolled inside. His gaze swept through the room before landing on Sarada. "Cozy little place you've got here. Are you enjoying your evening?"
She frowned. "Let's cut the niceties. I can only imagine you came here because you want something, so spit it out."
"Gladly," he grinned. He took a step closer, invading her personal space. Sarada stood her ground, refusing to yield to him in her own home. But the way he looked down at her with darkened blue eyes made her long for that platform in the tailor's shop that gave her a height advantage. "So here's the deal, since you're a vulnerable, little half-breed, I generously want to offer you my protection."
Sarada raised a skeptical brow, surprised he would suggest something like that.
"No one in the underworld would deign to challenge me. I can't think of a way you would be safer," Boruto added.
Her lips pursed in suspicion. There's no way he would just selflessly protect her. "What's in it for you?"
He must have expected she wouldn't agree so easily, and yet the chuckled with amusement. "Here's the truth. Being the prince of the underworld affords me a lot of power, but I also am required to follow a lot of cumbersome rules. Unlike other young adults, I don't have the luxury of free movement between here and other realms, which means my interactions with humans and their delicious emotions is virtually nonexistent."
An involuntary shiver tickled up her spine at the hungry look in his blue eyes. Like he wanted to devour her. Sarada mentally chastised herself for backing away but he stepped forward, following her until her legs hit the edge of her chaise.
His gaze never wavered as he reached up and tucked a stray lock behind her ear. His voice lowered to a seductive whisper. "The taste I've had of you… I already crave it, it's all I can think about."
She swallowed nervously. "I'm not interested in being terrorized by you for your own sick enjoyment. I'll learn to protect myself."
His fingers tangled into the hair at her nape, pulling her lips dangerously close to his. "Who said anything about terrorizing you?"
Her body was confused and hyperaware, caught between the instinct to get away from a dangerous predator and something else entirely. Sarada meant to push him away, but her traitorous hands grabbed onto the lapel of his coat instead.
As Boruto leaned in closer, she backed away but with nowhere to go she fell back against her velvet chaise. And with her hands still gripping his coat, she inadvertently took him down with her.
His knee landed between hers, preventing her thighs from pressing together. He hovered over her, his hand still tangled in her hair keeping her locked in his half-lidded gaze.
Her heart was pounding wildly against her chest, but she couldn't look away. Not when even the thought of him touching her inspired a pleasant stirring in her core.
Lust.
The word echoed in her mind exactly the way he whispered it in her ear in his family's library.
"I don't want you," Sarada breathed unconvincingly.
Boruto smirked. "You say that, and yet you always pull me closer. What am I supposed to trust here, my little witch? Your body screaming out for me or the whispered little lies from your lips?"
Damn him. Damn him straight to hell.
She clutched his lapel tighter, warring with herself. The warm outside air blowing in from her balcony door, the fireplace crackling, his heated presence looming over her. Her flushed skin felt much too hot under his darkened blue gaze.
Before she could formulate a reasonable argument, all rational thought left her brain when he finally closed the distance between them. His lips brushed against hers in a firm kiss that melted into another and then another.
Her eyes fluttered closed as Sarada reciprocated on instinct, meeting each of his kisses with the same desperate urgency.
She inhaled a shuddering breath against his lips as his hand glided up her thigh, sneaking under the lace hem of her nightgown to grab a handful of her bare ass. His tongue slipped past her parted lips to steal a taste. Her knees quivered, unwilling to acknowledge the aching need building in her core.
A soft moan spilled from Sarada's lips as his kisses trailed lower down the sensitive skin of her pale neck. Panting breath mixed with little whimpers of pleasure. The teasing nip of his teeth against her pulse had her hips bucking up, meeting his own arousal straining against the front of his pants.
The wanton gesture had Boruto smirking against her skin. His palm squeezed the tender flesh of her bottom, tilting her hips up to meet his. Sarada tossed her head back with a gasp as he rut against her. Despite the thin layers of clothing separating them, that delicious friction had her head spinning with desire.
"I thought you didn't want me," he taunted. His warm, breathy whisper against her neck inspired a chill that tickled up her spine.
"Ughh~" she mewled as her fingers tangled into his hair, pulling tight. The rock of his hips was driving her wild, making that itch between her legs all the more desperate. "I need…"
"What do you need?" Boruto asked with a teasing bite of her earlobe, knowing full well exactly what she wanted.
"I need…" Sarada repeated, more breathless than she expected herself to be.
Seemingly too impatient for her to finish her request, he allowed his hand to venture between her spread thighs. Her lips parted with a shuddering gasp as he slipped a finger between her folds. Devilish blue eyes gazed down at her, oh so satisfied to find his touch was met with an abundance of slick arousal.
"You need me to touch you?" he whispered. A second finger joined the first before he dipped inside her tight warmth.
"Ahh!~" Sarada sighed, her mind fuzzy, focused only on the feeling of her body instinctively clenching around the intrusion. His fingers retreated before sliding back in, curling inside her to stroke that special spot. The tension coiling deep in her low belly grew tighter with each pass.
When his fingers finally met her needy clit, she let out a moan that must have been too loud for his liking. Boruto slapped a hand over her mouth as the other continued tracing firm circles over her sensitive nub. Her back arched into his touch, begging for more pressure.
Writhing beneath him, Sarada could feel herself climbing higher and higher until the tension in her core exploded. Despite her muffled whimpers, Boruto's fingers persisted their steady rhythm prolonging the waves of pulsing pleasure that radiated throughout her body.
With a satisfied sigh, she melted against her chaise as her hand released her tight grip on his thoroughly ravished hair. Her skin was tingling. Her heart was making a valiant attempt to calm, but Boruto replaced the hand covering her mouth with his lips. His kisses were hungry, watching her get off had only made him more eager.
But just as her mind began to wander to what happened next, Sarada was pulled from their heated kiss. Her eyes blinked open when his lips and the weight of his body suddenly disappeared. But not a moment later her bedroom door flew open with an angry gust.
Flushed and confused, Sarada sat up and turned toward the commotion, only to find her father looking as stoic as ever standing in the doorway.
Urgently, she turned around to discover Boruto sitting beside her on the armchair, his legs crossed and his hands innocently laced together on his lap.
"You know, it's rather impolite to barge into a young lady's bedroom like that," the prince hummed in a disapproving tone.
Sasuke stepped deeper into the room, a scowl set deep on his lips. "You know, it's rather improper for you to be in Sarada's room when she's dressed for bed."
Boruto glanced over at Sarada, his eyes lighting up as if surprised. "Whoa, I hadn't even realized what she was wearing, I was too busy gazing into her eyes."
Both Uchiha scoffed in unison.
"Why don't you tell me what you're doing here."
"Me?" Boruto asked innocently as he pointed to himself. "Oh, we were just talking about the ball. Sarada is really looking forward to it. What are you doing here?"
"You're not funny," Sasuke frowned before his eyes flashed red. Boruto stiffened as his gaze fell to the floor. "I'll ask you again, what are you doing here?"
"I just wanted to see her," he replied, his behavior uncharacteristically meek. Her father was the first person Sarada had seen Boruto not try to walk all over.
In fact, he actually seemed frightened by him.
"You saw her. Now leave."
Boruto immediately stood and began backing away towards the balcony door. "Funny thing, I was actually just on my way out. See you around, Sarada."
He offered a little salute before hopping over the banister. She stood up with a shocked gasp that he would so casually jump off her second-story balcony.
"He's fine," her father grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose as if fighting a headache. "Please think a little before you invite demons into our home."
With the not-so-gentle way her father shooed Boruto away, she began to question if he actually approved of her attending the ball with the prince. She really should have at least considered he would deceive her given all he'd done.
"Oh, uh, yes sir."
