Chapter 21 – Dangerous

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"Very well then." His voice was calm. "Prove me your worth and I will consider taking you in." His tone was rational but carried an underlying tone of finality to it.

Adrenaline pumped through her veins; she will do whatever it takes to get in.

"Follow me." She heard his smooth, calm timbre, it wasn't a demand, no, he straight up commanded her, and she did as she was told without any further questions.

Light steps echoed through the dimly lit corridor as they moved further and further from the main point of the club, their shadows flickered all around the place.

Abruptly the club owner stopped, his shoulders broad against the muted light of corridor as he stood by a wide, red door swiftly opening it and walking in. His hand touched what Sakura assumed was a light flicker.

She walked into the spacious room right after him. Hot, neon pink lights lit and flickered across the room just enough to give the space a sensual, more personal vibe. She squinted her eyes, her gaze scanning the room almost suspiciously.

"What is this place?" she asked cautiously, although her voice held a tint of curiosity in it.

The private room was a luxury affair, dark burgundy and plum giving it a sophisticated feel, the space itself looked like some kind of booth. A metal gun colored pole was stationed in the center, on a high platform, the whole ordeal reminded Sakura of a pedestal, where she was the main dish.

"It's one of the private booths we have here at the club, although I use it for auditions as well." He said simply and Sakura nodded in return.

She had to put on a show and a good one at that.

While Sakura was glancing around, she heard music being turned on somewhere in the room and she glanced over her shoulder, catching a glimpse of the dark, alluring man that was nearing one of the sofas.

He sat down, one of his hands resting against an armrest, his body slumped casually as he made himself comfortable.

"Strip." He commanded, his voice deep and low. His dark, stormy-violet eyes pierced her with interest. She shivered under her dark cloak.

To say Sakura felt intimidated was an understatement, the man knew what he was doing.

She discarded of her cloak slowly, dropping it on the tiled floor, the absence of cloak revealed her tight, sleeveless bodycon dress, that hugged her curves in all the right ways, the black color brought out the brightness of her green eyes and pink hair.

The dress accentuated her collarbone and shoulders, creamy skin contrasting heavily against the midnight black fabric, her newly done anbu tattoo masked under a heavy layer of makeup.

The only thing that held her dress glued to her body was the swell of her breasts and hips.

However, she knew the dress wasn't staying on either and Sakura couldn't say she didn't expect for something like this to happen, she was auditioning for a place in a strip club after all.

She looked at the man, silky hair smoothing over her shoulders as she used her hand to flick the locks up in the air, sparing him a half-lidded, disinterested look that promised much more to come, voluminous hair fell back around her.

She had to be confident in her allure, especially in front of this man. He didn't ask for her to just strip, no, his words meant so much more, she could tell by the look he was giving her, it was either this or she was out of the game completely.

Pole five was a bit out of the way compared to where she stood. However, she used the opportunity to run her hands over her body sensually as she arched her back, relishing in the feeling as she imagined being alone.

And as her palms reached the outer portion of her thighs, she brought them back up in a swift motion, brushing them past her mounds until she reached the top of tight fabric, a breathless moan slipped past the pout of her lips. She used her long fingers and hooked them around the edge of her dress, where her breasts held it together.

I never meant for you to come and find me (I'm feeling too electrical!)
I never meant for you to feel so relying (the power too electrical)
I never meant to waste all of this time here (the feeling too electrical)
I never meant to put my heart up in hiding
The feeling when I'm next to you

Sakura pulled the dress down, fast and long movement revealed her lacy underwear, the motion causing her perky breasts to bounce against her ribcage deliciously. The dress ruffled and slid down onto the cold, shiny floor with a soft thud.

There was no time to feel ashamed, her shame was thrown out of the window the minute she stepped into this building.

The club owner's gaze became more intense as he watched her with curiosity, his eyes ravishing her body shamelessly.

She sent him a coy smile over her shoulder, pushing a stray piece of hair under her ear as she pursed her lips into a soft, sultry pout, her lips lined with a deep shade of cherry red.

Sakura climbed the stairs quickly, up to the protection of the little rounded stage. She could already feel the intensity of his gaze on her, his stormy eyes crawling over her skin. The rose haired woman looked at the booth that was in front of her own pole, hands touching the cold metal, causing a tide of goose bumps to form on her skin.

Black thongs barely covered her butt, her biggest article of clothing consisted of the black lace around her breasts, a pair of high heels that clacked along the tiled marble floor.

She gave a few loose swings around the pole as the naughty, indecent sounds that she presumed was supposed to be music picked up. She allowed her body to swing around the pole in its normal sway, body grinding upon the unforgiving metal surface.

Slowly but surely, she took to dancing, swinging her long hair and opening her legs teasingly. Her body was like waves, hips rounding and arms going above her head, following the beat of the music. Her eyes were closed as she danced, as if she was lost in her own world. Her skin was pale, illuminated by hot pink lights that fell over her body in almost seamless shadows.

She tried not to think about what she was doing, imagining the times when she was back in Konoha, practising with Ino without a care in the world, but as much as she tried, she had that small voice at the back of her head, telling her that this wasn't the case. This was the real thing.

Rounded thighs and bottom tantalized the club owner in various ways, her long torso was emphasized by her more-than-a-handful breasts that dipped down alluringly into her lingerie. As she came up from another graceful move, her eyes met the violet eyed man, his face stoic, although she felt like he more than enjoyed what he was seeing.

Her subtle movements sinuous and graceful, all underlaid with an unignorable viciousness. His fingers flexed where they rested on his thighs, unsettled. His stormy eyes tracked the flex and tension of her muscles as she swayed, the rise and fall of her chest with her breathing. When he looked back up, eyes slowly moving away from her lithe body, she looked more like a cat, feline and flexible, the green depths of her eyes mesmerizing.

He wanted to grab her now, press her to the nearest surface and pin her there beneath him to feel every inch of her skin, and every bit of her strength and skill that she demonstrated against the metal pole. She was a tantalizing woman, that much was apparent to him.

She simmered with strength, a fierce killer's power lurking beneath her skin secretively as she used her body as a mere tool to progress further. Her fierceness and dedication unseen.

"Enough." She heard a deep voice mid-way in the air, her body hot, wrapped against the cold metal, hair hanging past and over her shoulders and back, long strands glistening against the hot flashy lights.

"Come here." She heard another command.

She won again. She'd captured his focus, drew him where she wanted, his eyes burned and traced her body.

Do what, they told me, told me
You've gotta show me, show me
They think, they know me, know me
The feeling so electrical

She finished her spin, landing gracefully, her legs elongated thanks to the black high heels that adorned her feet.

She smiled; her steps painfully slow as she approached the club owner's dark figure. The edges or her cherry red lips curled sensually as she came closer. He settled back then, spreading his thighs wider so she could slot herself back between them, driven by curiosity to see what she had in mind rather than obedience.

She only smiled wider, smug, and stepped between his legs, starting up a sensuous sway of her hips in rhythm with the quiet record playing in the background, and the accompanying whispery hum under her breath.

"You passed stage one, but can you pass this?" He grabbed her by the hips, tugging her closer as his velvety eyes ghosted over her exposed skin, his voice daring and smooth.

Her lips looked stained dark, like she'd been eating cherries, and oh so inviting. His hands clenched into fists. It would be weak to give in this soon in her game. And when she leaned close, when the silk of her hair dangled between them as she pressed a single, chaste kiss to his cheek, the feeling only magnified.

"I can only try." She laughed softly under her breath then retreated and even though she had hardly touched him, she saw the small twitch in his dark features, full dark brows slightly furrowed.

The club owner's grip only became tighter as he held her almost roughly, but not hard enough to hold her there should she try to draw away.

Sakura leaned down, resting her hands on the dark man's thighs and looking at him with her eyebrows poised upwards expectantly.

"What is this?" she heard a voice hoarse and low. She fought hard within the privacy of her own thoughts, willing herself to keep her hands still, to let his fingers rest on her skin without brushing them off, her act top notch.

Sakura widened her eyes, as if she could ever make any believable play at innocence with that knife sharp face of hers and her hands on the stranger's legs. She leaned forward so her perky breasts peaked through the black lace, level with his mouth. "Do you not want to play with me, sir?"

"You're smart. You can figure it out. You'll play along, or you won't." He said, rich timbre soaking through his voice, making Sakura narrow her eyes slightly.

Just as the dark man expected she planned for either route— either his pride would demand he fight her, or it would compel him to act opposite how she thought he might. In each eventuality she maintained the upper hand.

He pried his fingers off her and let his hands fall to his sides. Sakura tipped her head and watched him, half lidded look adorned her face, blood rushed into her veins, the latter caused by a wave of fresh adrenaline.

The moment ticked by. Between them, only the staticky warbling from the half-forgotten record player marked the passage of time.

"Call me Mr. Li." she slipped onto his lap, plump, creamy thighs bracketing his. She picked back up on that graceful viciously smooth sway of her hips, giving him altogether too much to focus on. He grabbed her by her buttocks, long fingers digging into her fair skin.

The dark-haired man could feel every tense and motion of her muscles against him, and he yearned to feel it with his hands too.

She was almost but not quite grinding on him with the way her hips moved. A harsh and unsatisfying friction against the swell in his pants that had first stirred at the sight of her bra and now ached. Her chest dragged along his, and he imagined that if his shirt were thinner, he could feel the brush of her nipples. She rocked down on him in a cruel move with a sweet little sigh to his lips. It felt delicious; it almost felt like it wasn't enough.

He grabbed her harder to press his face to her neck, underneath the voluminous, pink silk veil that fell and dangled over her form, dark purple shadows fell over their muted silhouettes. Hot lips sucked onto her neck almost aggressively and Sakura shivered, closing her eyes in hopes of imagining the foreign man to be someone else, someone who was much closer to her. Although, she couldn't deny that the dark man was alluring in its own ways.

Was this what she signed up for? Is this what Itachi warned her about? Her mind was racing restlessly as she gulped down her thoughts.

Her fine brows furrowed as she felt Mr. Li's lips sucking harder, more intense, his teeth grazing against the sensitive skin, but she continued moving her body against him even as she felt his length pressing against her barely clothed core.

This was a taste of the real thing.

And as his hot breath ghosted over her skin, as he finally teared himself off her skin, stormy eyes glancing through the corner of thick, dark lashes, he had already made up his decision. "Welcome to the club, bubble-gum bitch." He reached out, his thumb rubbing the bottom of her lip, smearing the red lipstick over the edges of her mouth, staining her skin.

Her lids fell over her eyes, but not completely, leaving only a breathless image, letting him imagine that she enjoyed this. Lips parted, strawberry red color smeared over the outline of her mouth, her gaze feline and seductive, as she used the opportunity to rub her clit against his hard length almost aggressively.

"I'm glad to meet your expectations, Mr. Li." She purred in exchange as she watched him, green clashing with violet. Her unerring stare sent shivers along his skin as viscerally as the pressure.

I know that it's not fair, I tell you I don't care
I'm pulling out my hair, my voice is really rare
I'd never do you wrong, you knew that all along

She walked into her inn room with a soft click, her hands hastily removed the dark, heavy cloak from the top of her head, letting it fall over her back as she sighed in relief, pressing her back against the door.

"Where have you been?" She stiffened; eyes etched with surprise as his deep voice rumbled throughout the entirety of the room.

She mused for a second, lids falling heavy over her eyes as he gave herself just another moment to breathe.

"Why do you care?" She asked while opening her eyes, her gaze cold, piercing like daggers, the warm tones in her eyes long gone as she looked at him. He was leaning casually against the wall, but it didn't take long for him to move away as he swiftly approached her.

"You were supposed to stay inside." His eyes pierced hers daringly, the blackness of his gaze almost taunting as he observed her lack of disguise.

"I don't have time to sit around doing nothing." Her tone was chilling, almost poisonous as words left her mouth one by one as she tried to prove her point.

His eyes scanned over her soft features, features that sharpened whenever she spoke to him and he couldn't help but hate the way it made him feel. His breath nearly caught into his throat as his eyes slowly landed on her lips, crimson red adorned her lips, and he almost found himself mesmerized by the image, if not for the fact that her lips were smudged. Red lipstick stained the outside of her mouth almost messily, almost as if someone dared to kiss her. His heart clenched as irritation crawled under his skin.

"Where have you been?" The pitch of his voice increased just slightly, but more than enough to convey a point.

"What do you think?" She answered with a question instead, almost playfully as the edges of her smudged lips curled upwards as she looked at him, a glint of boldness was hidden in the depths of her eyes.

"Are you disobeying my orders or me?" Another question, his voice alone heated up the room by several degrees as she gave him that bold look of hers, so fucking annoying.

"I'm just progressing further with the mission. What is your point, Taichou?" Her voice grew a few octaves higher, irritation etched onto her stone-cold features even as she tried her best to hide it. He knew her better than that. "You challenged me, didn't you?" she showered him with more questions that he didn't feel like answering.

"So instead of listening to me you went to the club on your own accord?" He asked dodging her questions, his tone hot and demanding as he leaned down just enough for his breath to ghost over her face. She inhaled sharply.

For a moment she stayed silent, teeth sinking into her bottom lip, swallowing more of the red pigment as she contemplated her next set of words.

"Fine. You need proof? Then I'll give you no reason to doubt me or my loyalty, Taichou." Words left her mouth like venom, hot and sizzling, almost acidic as her temper peeked through, long fingers rushing to undo her own cloak.

It dropped onto the floor with a soft thud, pooling around her long legs, revealing the black, skin-tight dress she hid underneath as she crossed her arms over her voluptuous chest. Her face nothing but a frown, fine brows furrowed, eyes almost as sharp as some of the kunai he owned.

When you're gonna stop breaking my heart?
I don't wanna be another one
Paying for the things I never done
Don't let go, don't let go to my love

Shisui's eyes dropped to her body, they roamed hungrily, devouring her form and curves, his fingertips itched, they itched to touch her. His eyes moved slowly, tracing over the contour of her creamy legs, noticing the high heels that adorned her feet. The darkness of his gaze devoured everything in its way as he refused to let the chance slip away. His feline eyes ghosted over the swell of her feminine hips and her slim waist before they moved up to her perky breasts, noticing how the dress only clung to her body thanks to the sinful amount of cleavage she was showing.

He had to clench his hands to stop himself from grabbing her, but the instinct dissolved after his gaze settled onto her swan-like neck. Unknowingly, his body filled with fury that threatened to spill into the open. His chakra flickered and roared pinching at her skin.

Shisui slammed his hand into the wall behind Sakura, causing her to jump slightly as her lips parted in shock.

"What do you think you are doing? Do you have no sense of danger?" His eyes flashed red, the mark on her neck igniting all sorts of emotions within him as he nearly shouted, his calm demeanor gone with the wind. This forsaken woman was driving him crazy.

"Coming outside, barely disguising yourself, do you have a death wish, Sakura?" He spat out the words, dropping the rest of formalities as he couldn't understand what got him so worked up in the first place. Was it her disobedience, carelessness or the fucking mark that embellished her neck? He hated the fact that he knew someone else left it, the thought alone irked him to no end.

"I don't care about danger, Shisui!" She yelled back at him, "I can deal with being in danger! Do you think I would've gotten in if not for my looks alone?! The fucking club's name is Cherries in Masks for fucks sake!"

Shisui stared at her, wide eyed as hot breaths fell out of his lips in harsh pants. "You don't understand." He glared at her, onyx clashing with emerald in a battle for dominance.

"Because you wouldn't let me! You never gave me a chance to try!" She yelled again, just as frustrated by his lack of understanding. Her own feelings a big pile of mess that she couldn't control.

"All you care about is getting her back, isn't it? You don't give a single fuck about me!" She panted harshly; disheveled pieces of hair fell over her face as she reached up to rub the newly acquired mark uncomfortably, as if trying to hide it from his burning gaze.

Can I get to your soul?
Can you get to my thought?
Can we promise we won't let go?
All the things that I need
All the things that you need
You can make it feel so real

She was angry, hurt, on the verge of exploding as her stomach coiled and rolled with all the anxiety she felt within the moment. She knew she was being selfish, bringing up a topic none of them wanted to discuss, but she couldn't stop herself, something inside of her erupted like a volcano and she couldn't stop herself from speaking out.

She knew she couldn't ask anything else from him, she even promised herself she wouldn't and yet she did it anyways. She hated herself the moment those words left her lips, her heart clenched painfully, a dull throb as she allowed for another mistake to slip by. She felt hurt by her own words, but she knew what she said was the truth, he never cared about her the way she wanted him to, and she could only blame herself.

"I told you not to bother me...!" Shisui shouted at her again, "I don't care about your feelings, alright!? Think about the fact that you're already in danger, because of me and this goddamn mission. There's no guarantee that something more dangerous won't happen in the future! Just stop defying my orders and stay within your place! " He yelled, as he himself couldn't believe the words that left his mouth. He lied unashamedly, each of his words overfilled with venom as he tried to push her away.

It was for her own good, he tried to reason, pushing away his own feelings of guilt and hurt, he already caused too much damage and by staying close to her. He knew that he would only hurt her further. She deserved more than that, more than him.

Sakura's eyes widened momentarily, a sharp intake of breath before she recollected her own thoughts.

"The Shisui I know would never say something like that!" There, she said it, voice almost breaking as she choked on air, green eyes full of anger as she tried to reach him. She hated the walls he built around him, even if he didn't care about her the way she did for him, that didn't mean she didn't want to be his friend at the very least.

She just wanted to reach him, to help him, just so she could see one genuine smile on his face, but no matter what he kept pushing her away, refusing to talk about his past and feelings. She knew he was hurting and it that hurt her as well.

He couldn't believe her. He had told her already that being around someone like him would put her in danger, would hurt her, but she was still refusing to believe him! He had treated her like shit since the start of the mission, had ignored her, lied and told her that he didn't care for her...! God, what would it take for him to get through that thick skull of hers?!

He leaned down even closer just so his face was right in front of Sakura's. She could feel his heated breaths on her disheveled lips. The hand not pressed against the wall by her head came down to grip her hip with almost bruising force, a soft gasp escaped her lips.

"Fine. You need proof? Then I'll give you a reason to be afraid of me!" He growled, quoting Sakura's own words from before as he used the opportunity to aggressively force his lips against hers, his eyes crimson red, haunting and cold.

I hate to see you cry
Your smile is a beautiful lie
I hate to see you cry
My love is dying inside

Sakura squeaked out a weak sound of surprise as the hand Shisui had against the wall came down to grab at the side of her face, forcing her to angle her head into the kiss, if you could even call it that. It was more like an assault against her mouth, all teeth and bruising force.

Shisui's mind was reeling as he pressed against her. He was kissing her. He was finally… He forced himself to remember that this wasn't for either of their feelings. He couldn't let himself enjoy this. It was to hurt her. Fuck, why did it have to feel so good to press his lips against hers?

His tongue forced its way into Sakura's mouth after a particularly harsh bite to her plump, lower lip. All she could do was whimper as it invaded, pressing against her own tongue and forcing its way as deep as it could reach. The sensations were sending shocks of heat to her core but at the very same time sending her mind into a jumbled, frightened mess. She had wanted this so badly... Had dreamed about his mouth on hers for so long, but not like this. She felt spikes of fear making their way to the forefront of her mind even as the warm feeling was pooling in her stomach, a sharp throb on her forehead almost tugged her.

Everything was warm and wet as his tongue slid against hers, Shisui taking what he wanted from Sakura without allowing for protest. Her lips slid against his, moist from the saliva building between the two of them as his tongue abused her swollen, red mouth. Sakura was shaking in his grasp, desperate for air, when he finally pulled away from her, his face still close, way too close. His eyes were still stony, blood-red even as something predatory flickered behind them.

"Is this what you wanted from me Sakura? You wanted me to kiss you like this, to give you my attention?" He panted, clearly out of breath as well.

Sakura shook her head jerkily as she tried to form words, but her mind was too scrambled to create anything coherent.

"What, you thought that if you just held out long enough that I'd change my mind, and everything would be fine?" He mocked, "Face it, the only 'love' I can give you is this, Sakura."

He leaned down to her neck and bit it roughly, not hard enough to draw blood but definitely hard enough to leave a mark. Sakura let out a choked gasp and Shisui tried to ignore how that sound went straight to his cock. Getting turned on wasn't the point of this. Besides, it would all be over in just a minute.

He sucked harshly over the place he had bit, pulling her long, pink hair so that she bared more of it to him. He kept kissing and biting at her neck, sucking over each bite until she was red and purple with his marks, pale skin covered in bruises. His cock throbbed again as he leaned back to observe his work. God, he had always wanted to mark her as his. How many nights had he spent awake imagining covering her whole body with love-bites so that anyone who looked at her would know she was his.

It was a dangerous dream, he reminded himself, this wasn't for him. These marks weren't marks of his love or affection, no they were meant to serve as a warning for her. So that she would look in the mirror and remember that he was dangerous. The thought of it tore his heart apart, but it had to be done. He had to get through to her. He dove back to her abused neck.

Sakura was whimpering under his ministrations, legs shaking so badly that he was briefly worried she might fall. Tears were prickling at the corners of her green eyes, black lashes almost wet, but she let out a quivering moan.

Shisui instantly snapped up from her abused neck at the sound, glowering at her face.

"You're enjoying this!?"

Oh God some deep and hidden part of him hoped she was enjoying this. Hoped she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. That she wanted him more than Itachi, more than any other man that dared to lay his fingers on her.

"I-I… Shi-" She mumbled, her voice a mere whisper that ghosted over the tips of his ears like a light gush of wind.

"Leave me alone or else I'm not going to stop." He growled out, threatening her with his dark, malicious tone. He didn't mean it, never meant to, he never wanted it to end like this.

He had too many responsibilities, his clan, the life of Izumi, even Sakura's own safety and if the only way he would get her to stay away from him was this, then he would do it.

The rose haired woman stared at him, skin bitten, hair disheveled, lips bruised and swollen, the black material around her body raised up above her creamy thighs. He waited for a moment before pulling his hand away from the wall only to slam it back against it, the sound making her jump.

"Did you not hear me? Stay away from me!" He yelled, glaring heatedly down at Sakura as he tried to keep on the last piece of sanity he had, "Unless you want me to destroy you." The shade of red in his eyes only deepened, reminding her of rich, red wine. The threat in his voice acting as a statement.

"E-even so, I still want to try and understand you…" She said, her voice finally breaking as she pressed her palm against his heart, fingers digging into the black fabric of his shirt. "Please…" she whispered, heavy lids falling over her cat-like eyes as she struggled with tears. When it came to this man, she felt completely different, compelled by more than his charm and strength, compelled by him.

I can fix all those lies
Oh baby, baby I run, but I'm running to you
You won't see me cry, I'm hiding inside
My heart is in pain but I'm smiling for you

She tried not to think about him, tried to hide her feelings somewhere in the deep corners of her rotten heart, but every time she tried, her heart ached, dulled with throbbing pain that had her choke on plain air. She couldn't breathe. She was obsessed with him, to the point where she felt like she didn't care what happened to her. She just wanted him.

No matter who she chose, they wouldn't compare to him. She decided she'll take the bad, because there was no substitute for him; he was her drug, no, it ran deeper than that.

Shisui stared down at her in shock. She still wasn't giving up? He could feel his heart flutter, those dangerous thoughts of a life that could be rising to the forefront again. He shoved them down harshly. He knew he could never live a normal life. He knew if he let her in, she would get hurt worse than this. She wasn't afraid enough yet? Fine. He would just have to go further. He would do whatever it took to save her from his own personal hell, even if she would hate him for the rest of her life.

He brushed her dainty hand away, away from his body, away from his chest and heart that held forbidden, unfamiliar feelings towards her.

His fingers were suddenly on the top of her bodycon dress, pushing it down her lithe body, as it settled around her voluptuous hips, uncaring as she whimpered under his touch and he tried to distract himself with something else besides her responsive body.

"This isn't me? I thought I told you, you don't know the real me." He growled again, his breath hot as it hit her skin, causing a series of sinful shivers, causing a wave of anxiety as she stared at him wide-eyed.

He pushed the dark, tight fabric the rest of the way, letting it fall to the floor in a useless heap, and then his mouth was on hers again with bruising force. Sakura whimpered again as his tongue's assault resumed. He groaned as she weakly started to kiss him back. Her tongue felt so good against his that all he wanted to do was stand there and kiss her for hours, indulging into forbidden fantasy, consequences be damned, his temptation at an all-time high. But he shook those fantasies away. He was not there to love her. He was not allowed to feel for her in any type of way.

Everything about her shaking form screamed I'm letting you do this to me and the reality of it knocked the breath from him. That she would give this to him struck, every facet of it unbelievable.

Rather than defying her body's silent requests, he obeyed. Shisui tangled his fingers through her hair, slippery and silken and exotically pink. He squeezed, got a tight grip at the nape of her neck, because he knew how she hummed and gasped with pleasure when he had pulled it in the past. He pressed his body close to her, relishing in the way her body clung to his.

One of his hands slid down, groping Sakura's breast harshly against the lace material, feeling one of her nipples harden and he almost groaned harshly, but the softness of her bruised lips swallowed his primal sounds.

Their mouths disconnected again; heated breaths ragged against each other as she fought to make up for the lack of oxygen. Then Shisui was suddenly dipping lower, pressing a harsh kiss to the top of one of her breasts. He sucked and bit at the soft skin of it while his hand raked through her twisted locks. Sakura was a mess of disjointed, shaking moans and whimpers.

"A-ahn Shisui! N-not like th-this!" She cried out weakly, a hand coming up to clumsily pull at the hair on the back of his head, her fingers lost in the dark, messy curls. Pleasure coiled and crawled all over her exposed skin, her forehead burned as she gasped into the cramped room, almost breathlessly.

He disconnected his mouth from the now-marked skin of her breast only momentarily.

"You know how to make me stop, Sakura." He reminded her, the threat in his voice still standing actively.

She looked at him, eyes full of disobedience as she refused to back down even as her eyes watered and she didn't know if the feeling was caused by pleasure or pain or fear. Her eyes glimmered with green flames, her warrior spirit refusing to fade away. Her head was dizzy with thoughts, his hands burning her body, and she almost secretly wished that she could feel his skin on hers in any other situation, but not like this.

He growled, his hand roughly pushing away the almost see-through fabric of her bra. He then swiftly drawled her nipple into his mouth. He teased it with his tongue first, twirling the wet muscle around her hardening flesh, before sucking on it harshly. Sakura let out a soft moan, her eyes slipping shut and head falling back. She then yelped as he bit down on the nub, scraping his teeth along it before leaning back to lick it gently, almost apologetically. She was swiftly becoming a mess in his arms, constantly torn between fear, pleasure, and a crushing love for the man that was destroying her.

His ministrations were rough, but heat was rushing to Sakura's center with each lick and suck. She could barely tell if each sound she made was one of pain or pleasure, telling him to stop or telling him to keep going.

He was starting to lose himself in her noises, his actions dropping their vicious edge as he tested what got the best reactions from her, how to draw out those quiet breathy gasps, what made her shiver underneath his calloused touch. All the while he could feel himself straining against the fabric of his tight pants, each new sound she made seeming to travel directly to the most intimate part of him.

He leaned back from Sakura's breasts, taking a moment to gaze at her, eyes still red and wild. She was wrecked, mouth open and lips kiss-swollen, red cherry lipstick long gone, only a red tint remained, and he didn't know whether it was a result from his vicious attack against her mouth or was it just the natural color of her lips. She was alluring even as she looked like a wrecked mess, he felt dizzy just by looking at her.

Her eyelashes shadowed her cheekbones as she closed her eyes and hummed. He groaned, but forced himself to keep his gaze on her, to drink in each and every detail.

Her neck and chest were covered in his marks as he tried to outdo the mark that was left earlier by some unknown man, which he assumed was probably the club's owner. Something primal flickered in the redness of his eyes as he ravished her with his eyes. The marks he left on her body were his. He could imagine her moaning his name underneath him, kissing his face as he engulfed himself in her essence, whispering how much she meant to him, had always meant to him-

It was a clear tear that brought him back to reality. A single tear that slid down the swell of her cheek as she panted and looked at him with eyes full of pity, fear, determination, and other things he didn't dare to think about. He cut his fantasy off cold. She would never touch him or let him touch her after he was done here, and that's how he needed it to be.

"Believe me yet?" He asked, face flat. "Last chance," he growled into her ear, grinding his length against her inner thigh as he showed his knee in between her legs aggressively. His actions provoking her, as if trying to prove a point, "Hate me, curse me, I don't care. But swear to me that you will never get close to me and that you will leave me alone." He was on the verge of losing the last bit of sanity he possessed, when it came to this sinful creature of a woman, he lost his control completely, his mind was hazed.

He didn't want to be the cause of her distress. But what was this compared to the possibility of her torture or even possible death? People who got close to him always got hurt one way or another. He steeled himself. He had to make it clear.

And maybe this is how it ends, his eyes crimson against the scars of his broken-hearted lover. His world was fading out with each word that left his mouth, his lips fell hot and heavy against the invisible scars she carried, as if he was trying to sooth them.

He knew the feeling of rejection way too well.

I need you more than air when I'm not with you
Please don't ask me why, just kiss me this time
My only dream is about you and I

Author's notes

I would like to say big thank you to my beta-reader Ellen (4miez), who is doing her best to proof-read my work as I'm blind enough to not spot my own mistakes and bad writing…lol.

Umhhh, yeah so this happened lol, yall are probably gonna hate me or Shisui loool. The scene between Sakura and Shisui was supposed to be a short one, but guess what happened…eh, well I've gotta do what I gotta do, sorry guys. Angst is my guilty pleasure and even more than so I love angsty smut, so this came to life (I at least hope it came out angsty?).

I hope that as much as yall hate Shisui right now, you will at least feel for him even if just a little bit, the guy is a broken and clearly needs help. But who am I to say, right?

With that being said, please let me know in the comments what you think will happen next! Do you feel for Shisui or do you still hate him? What do you think of Sakura's actions? Oh, and what did you think about her first unofficial performance at the club? I didn't want for it to be too much, but I also didn't want for it to feel off, so I don't know, let me know how I did on that part as well!

Fun fact the club owner's appearance was inspired by Victor from Mr Love: Queens Choice otome game, he is a CEO of a company and he's hot as hell, so you know it just clicked haha. My obsession with the game is back and I can only blame myself and the fanfiction friends discord group for it.

Another fun fact: we just reached 100k words and I'm so happy and proud of myself haha!

Speaking of a discord group! I am a part of fanfiction friends discord group, where everyone discusses and shares fanfic recommendations (not only for naruto fandom). I am a part of it as well, the server is by no means big, but the people we have there already feel like a small family, so if any of you are interested I will leave the link for the invite, all you have to do is remove the space and you should be able to access the server! Please come hang out with us, everyone is welcome!

The invitation link: discord . gg / b7sdGRU

For those who are interested in my update schedule, please make sure to check out my tumblr Dijayeah. I post sneak peeks of the chapters, ideas for new WIP's and information regarding the new chapters of SOAN and you can also ask me any kind of questions (especially if it concerns the story!).

As always, thank you for reading guys, you are all amazing! This month I'm celebrating my birthday, so hopefully we can reach 300 followers on the story by the end of it, it would honestly be the best gift for me as I plan to post 5 chapters this month (including this one).

See you all very soon.