I DO NOT OWN NARUTO

"No." Sakura told him, and watched as the tenderness on his face turned to stony.

"Why not!" He growled impatiently. She almost laughed, but she could detect the tiny amount of hurt behind his anger.

"I think that I understand now that I am not just another woman you desire, however, I can't marry a man that I haven't even gone out on one date with. I know nothing about you besides what Sasuke told me, and the few interactions we've had." Sakura told him decisively.

"I would say that you know me better than most of the population." He purred as he rolled her under him, rubbing his body against hers. Sakura let out an involuntary moan, and Itachi smirked down at her, thinking that he had negated her argument.

"Just because my body wants you doesn't mean I should marry you!" She said breathlessly. Itachi ignored her words, and nuzzled her neck. Sakura shivered pleasurably underneath him, as her body responded to his touch. His lips traveled down, skimming her delicate collarbone and then kissing a path down to her raspberry nipples. She moaned deeply and arched up as he licked, nibbled, and finally sucked strongly on the erect nubs. Itachi let out a husky triumphant masculine chuckle, and the sound of it pissed Sakura off.

"You aren't the first Uchiha male I've been in this position with, and I didn't marry him either!" She told him irritably. When Itachi went completely still against her, Sakura realized that she had made a mistake in revealing that information to him. Slowly, he pulled away from her body, and held himself braced above her, glaring into her eyes, the tomoes of his Sharigan swirling. She bit her lip, and looked away from him apprehensively. In mere seconds, Itachi had her pinned under his hard body, her hands pinned above her head, held in one of his large hands, while his other hand forced her to meet his eyes.

"Who?" He asked, the softness of his voice not hiding the violent intent behind his question. Sakura attempted to look away again, but Itachi gripped her face tighter, refusing to let her escape his eyes.

"It doesn't matter." She told him almost fearfully. Sakura squirmed underneath him in an attempt to get loose. He was starting to scare her, although his forcefulness was turning her on in some twisted way. Itachi squeezed her wrists painfully, as he forced his body further down onto her, making her sink into the soft mattress.

"I asked you a question." He growled at her. Something sparked inside of Sakura, and instead of answering him like her survival instincts where clamoring for her to, she decided to resist.

"Not only does it NOT matter, but it is NONE of YOUR business." She spat at him. For a few brief seconds, everything in the room stopped. Then Itachi grinned down at her, and it truly frightened her. His excellent white straight teeth shown, and he was incredibly handsome, causing moisture to pool between her legs once again. What scared her was the fact that there was no trace of civility left in his eyes. They glowed with a feral, possessive light that held none of his usual iron-clad self control.

"Wrong answer, cherry blossom." He said silkily. The tomoes in his eyes stopped swirling and engaged. Sakura tried to look away, but before she could, he was already in her mind, pulling out the information that he was seeking. She tried to protest, but he sent her to sleep as he delved deeper into her memories. He examined her interactions with men, especially his cousin and younger brother. Itachi started to calm down when he realized that she didn't have any amorous memories of Sasuke, and the whole mess with Shisui was a one time deal. He actually felt a little sympathetic towards her when he realized how humiliated she still was by the whole incident. Just a little though, because he hated the thought of another man laying hands on her, whether or not they remembered it or not.

For it to be another Uchiha seemed like yet a deeper betrayal. The damn clan tried to take everything from him, and force him to be their puppet. His childhood, his freedom, his choices, and now his cherry blossom, the one bright spot in his life had been corrupted by the clan already. No more- they would take no more from him! In a split second decision, Itachi created an illusion that suited him, and brought Sakura awake in it.

"Itac-itachi? What is going on?" She asked him as she yawned. When she tried to stretch, she discovered that she couldn't. Panicking, she searched her body, and found that she was tied down to a luxurious ornately carved four poster bed. It had a canopy of white billowing sheer fabric, and around the room candles were lit, casting a romantic light. She could just see the moonlit ocean rolling against the beach, the sound of the waves soothing to her ears. Unconsciously, she relaxed a little, and turned back to Itachi.

"How did we get here?" Sakura asked in a bewildered tone.

"I crafted this illusion for us…this is where I planned to bring you for our honeymoon. We would be interrupted at your apartment, and I have to leave on a mission in a few hours, so I brought you here to teach your lesson." He explained calmly. A trickle of unease slid down spine, as Sakura starred up at him. Suddenly, the events of the last twelve hours filled her head, and she growled up at him.

"You mind-fucked me!" She screamed up at him in accusation.

"I merely looked for the information you withheld, nothing more, nothing less." He replied calmly.

"That's bullshit! I know that you are called in on the cases when Ibiki can't get the information out of prisoners with the normal methods!" She panted with rage, as she struggled against the velvet ropes holding her wrists. This action caused her breasts to bounce, and Itachi's attention switched from their conversation to his desire for her. With no warning whatsoever, he latched onto one of her nipples as he plunged two fingers into her still wet pussy. Sakura's back arched up off the bed, and she let out a scream of shock and pleasure. Itachi continued his ministrations for several minutes, then pulled away from her breast to look down at her, still caressing her deeply.

The sight of her took his breath away. In the candlelight, her creamy skin was covered in a fine layer of sweat, causing it to gleam as she writhed in pleasure. Her long pink hair was scattered across the pillows and tousled, and her beautiful green eyes were glazed over with passion. Itachi began to pant heavily, and the last remaining dregs of his control were lost. He traced the pattern of a seal over her abdomen, and another on her neck, before climbing on top of her.

"Who do you belong to?" He demanded as he rubbed the head of his penis up and down along her opening. Sakura mewled underneath him and arched her hips up enticingly. Itachi chuckled darkly, even as he gritted his teeth with the effort to hold back from thrusting into her.

"Not yet, not until you tell me who you belong to!" He bit out between his clenched teeth as he entered her a few inches. Sakura started crying in frustration as he rocked against her.

"WHO!" He commanded.

"Oh god Itachi! You, alright! You!" She screamed as she writhed under him desperately.

"Exactly, and now you won't ever forget." He said with satisfaction as he finally gave into both their desires and plunged into her a deeply as he could go, while biting her on the neck. White hot pleasure and pain mixed through her body, settling in her womb and the spot on her neck that he was sucking on. After a few seconds, he pulled away from her neck, and focused all his efforts into bringing them both fulfillment. All it too was a few more deep thrusts, and Itachi stiffened against her as she convulsed around him, crying out in ecstasy. He spilled his seed into her, and the seal on her abdomen glowed. Sakura cried out one last time before she lost consciousness, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure Itachi forced on her.

He pulled out of her, and fell onto his back beside her. Exhausted as he was, he rolled over and ran his fingers over the still glowing seal in satisfaction. He reached up and touched the spot on her neck with a small amount of healing chakra, before giving in to his need to sleep. He still had time to get a few hours of sleep before he headed out on his mission. That was one of the advantages of his advanced technique. Only minutes passed in the real world, while hours passed in his illusionary world. Itachi untied her, and settled her into his arms with a smirk on his face.

She's mine, and she'll never get away now.