Chapter 17
"Stay the helz out of my way."
Eyes madly glared after the disappearing man. Lips quivered. She wanted to scream out.
'Uchihas. They are all the same.' Flopped straight down on the floor, hands clutching her chest, Michelle choked out a sob.
o-o-o
"Michelle."
"This is Itachi Uchiha. Your fiancé."
Young maiden eyes of twenty-one looked at the man soon to be her wedded husband. Tall, lean, with a pair of mysterious eyes, this man was gorgeous.
"H-hi. My name is Michelle." She shyly held out her hand.
"I won't love you."
The small frail hand recoiled, shocking at the man's words.
o-o-o
Freely laughing and crying at the memory of their first meeting. Michelle wanted to find a way to rewind time so bad, even if it cost half of her lifeline. She cried out the needs to be free from the man's warps.
o-o-o
"Ah!"
Hand harshly pulled on her brunette locks, forcefully threw the body on the bed. Itachi drunkenly climbed, trapping the woman under him.
"What's now?" He darkly grunted at the shivering soul. Blood shot eyes stared her down. "Aren't you a meddling annoyance?" Hand pushing up her shirt.
"No… Stop …" She cried out helplessly as the man, who will soon be her husband, violently molested her.
"Didn't you want this?" His brute hand painfully gripped her breast.
"Noo!" She cried out into his ears, blasting them. Wanting to be free under the crazed man, she fought, "Let me go. You bastard. I'm going to tell my Father."
"Your father … heh heh heh …" He darkly chuckling at the mention of the man, who was willing to sell off his daughter for a share of profit.
"Get off me! Get your filthy body off me. How could you?!" Thrashing under him, she remembered the scene not too long ago. Seeing this man had sex with a random whore andthatwasn't the first time. Sadly, she had to be there, hiding in his bathroom, wanting to give him a birthday surprise, to touch his heart.
"I told you before.Get the helz out of my way."Knees spreading her thighs, hand freed his member from the zipped pants. "But. No. You had to ruin my fun. You wanted it huh? Watching as I fuck that whore. You must want it really bad."
Finger moved her panty aside, not caring of foreplay, not caring whether she was ready, not caring … at all.
He pushed his member straight in.
"Ahhhhh!" Her teary eyes shot opened as the one move pushed thru, tearing her innocence.
Grunt. "Uh… uhm…hah…" Slowly he started pulling his member in and out of the girl who only felt pain as she was being sullied.
"No…No… stop it. Stop this..." Tears couldn't stop, wouldn't stop flowing from her eyes.
o-o-o
"Gah!" Frantically pushed off the object on the desk, Michelle needed to release off her inept frustration.
Eyes glancing at the picture frame on the wall of their supposed happy moment. The framed picture of their wedding day, the day she turned twenty-eight. It had to be her birthday. The man did not let her forget that dreadful day.
Both the groom and the bride were putting on an act for the guests of the day. They plastered on their face, a genuine yet counterfeit smile.
Hand found a pair of scissors. She wanted to dart it at the two-face man.
o-o-o
"Hah… deeper… more …" Commandingly voiced the man on top her, not her fiancé, Michelle neared the peak.
"Faster!... Ahh!..." Her body let out a shocking wave of unsatisfying pleasure. Slowly she regained her composure.
"Get off." Not letting her toy finishing his need, the poor man slipped out of her.
Acting his part, he embraced her comfortably. "What wrong now? Usually you want it to last longer. I can keep it going." He sweetly whispered it to her ear.
"Hmp. I know sweetie. But my soon to be brother-in-law is returning today. I have to greet the bastard child. Don't worry, I'll still pay you in full." She got up, quickly dressing up.
"Will you…"
"Just wait for my call." And she was out.
o-o-o
Pouring the red liquid into the clear glass, her body shook from the event not too long. Seeing the bastard child of the family caressed the girl. She discovered from his eyeing gaze, his touch, the pit of his soft voice toward the girl. There was something there. That she had never experienced.
'Sakura.'She mocked the very name in her mind.
"She'll soon be trashed." 'Like me.'
o-o-o
"What are you doing in here? Dear brother." She was eyeing the boy soon to be a man.
"!" His body jumped slightly.
"If you're looking for my husband. He's out." She crossed her arms, pressing her chest tightly. "Were you looking for my husband or this?" She held out a key to the safe.
"Michelle." He turned around.
Seeing this replica of her husband, Michelle winced. Too long, she had been longing for the right time to get into this arrogant genius's pants from his look.
Thinking this boy was nothing to a good two shoes nerd when she first met him years ago. But his reputation said otherwise.
Dropping the key between the valley of her breast, "Want it?"
Not wasting a minute from the disclosed info, Sasuke made his move.
Gosh. Was he good. Those pent up need were finally released from her.
He filled her from the core.
Their mutual meeting since then was nothing but a sex trade for goods.
Or simply unquestioned pleasure.
o-o-o
"Michelle?" Small voice woke her from the dismay memory. She flung her head around at the hated voice of that … 'Bitch.' Her body fumed at the sight of Sakura, standing there. Cladding in what she knew was Sasuke's shirt and only in his shirt.
"Are you okay?"
'Stop putting on the act. No one is here.'
"Why are you crying?"
'Get away from me, you filthy whore.'
Touch.
"!"
Slap!
At the tender touch of the girl to her teary face, Michelle forcefully smacked the caring hand away, causing Sakura's wristband to snap out of her slender wrist.
"Ow," Sakura fearfully withdrew her hand. "I-I'm sorry." She lowered her head.
"Don't touch me." Michelle spat and walked away from the girl. "What now. After fucking him. Are you coming here to flaunt in front of me." She placed down the wine glass.
"W-what are y-you talking about?" Sakura hid her face, blushing at her words.
"Huh?" She glared at the pink blob. Smirk. "How innocent..." Her manicured finger grabbed the girl's soft plump face. She leaned her head down, looking at the girl. The way Sakura trembled, the way crimson hue rushed to her cheek revealed everything. Keen eyes, Michelle smirked, 'So she isn't faking.'
"You don't know do you..."
Green emerald looked at her curiously.
"How many whores that man had fucked. How many he had played."
"T-that's not true. You're making it up." Sakura squinted her eyebrows.
"Really. Am I? Sasuke is nothing but a sex fanatic. He'll romp any bitch." Michelle laughed as she watched the shaking head, not wanting to believe her words.
"He doesn't care for you."
"He does!"
"He only wants to fuck you."
"He never did!"
She was shocked by the reply. Smirking. "Oh Really." She smeared at the though. 'He hasn't touched her that way?'
Continued plaguing the girl's mind, Michelle edged, "I guess he changed his taste, wanting to play the little game of innocence lust." Chuckling. "He wants to fuck young virgins nowadays huh? You must still be a virgin?" She whispered the last few words by the girl's ear.
"I-I …" Blush.
'That's a yes. How dumb is she?' "I guess old hags like me are trashes now. And that's what you'll be. Nothing but a piece of throws away trash after he has fucked you senselessly."
"No! That's not Sasuke. He would never do that. He's a caring heart. The person you just mentioned is not him!" Backing away from the devil woman, Sakura stumbled.
"Ahhaahaa… Caring? … Hahaa… That's a very humorous joke. He's nothing but a cold blood arrogant, overly conceited, manipulative bastard. He only wants to nurture you into his perfect sex toy."
"That's not it. He's not …" She stopped her breathing at the realization of Michelle's words. 'W-what ...'
Seeing the girl silenced, head filled with unsure answers, Michelle felt gratify. 'A little more push and she'll be in for it.' Picking up the glass again, the brunette made her way to the tray but only to stump over one of the previous fallen objects.
Hand trying to stop her fall, she made a bigger mess, "uhft" and fell over.
CLANG!
The glass made a clean drop on the floor.
"Michelle!" Reacting from pure aiding heart, Sakura dashed by the fallen woman. "Are you okay?"
"…"
"You're drunk." The stench of alcohol reeked.
"Ugh…" Sitting up, Michelle clutched her head in pain.
"Please stay … I'll get some help." And the girl was out.
Michelle looked after the dashing away pinkness. 'How naïve…' Hauntingly smirking at the girl, foreshadowing the girl's poor fate.
o-o-o-o-o
'Sasuke wouldn't do anything like that. If he did … he would have...force that on... me … these past days.' Endlessly walking around looking for the maid chamber. Sakura continued to replay those words thru her head.
'She was drenched in alcohol.'
Turning a corner, 'Sasuke can't be like' she past a garden entrance.
'She must be gibberishing. That's what alcohol do to you.'
"Ah!" 'I found the kitchen.'Located the final destination, Sakura brushed aside the uneasy feelings rumpling inside her.
Hands were carrying a tray of freshly brew tea, Sakura discovered from what seem to be one of the manor's refreshments room. Cautiously making everything as soundless as possible, she didn't want to wake everyone up. I can handle this.
Carefully retracing her steps back to the room, emeralds blinded by the surrounding beauty under the moonlight. Her free mind seemed to have forgotten about the previous words, not allowing it to intrude her mind.
Too focus by the magnificence scenery, she couldn't make out the moans and groans from the room. Until she reached the door, feeble hand pushed it open to reveal a horrid sight...
"Michelle! I finally found the kitchen. Here, I made you tea. It … *awkward pause* will h-elp."
It was like her heart stop beating. Seeing the scene displayed before her eyes.
Two bodies connected. Sasuke was …
'No! It can't be …' But the deed was displayed under bright light. "So-sorry. I've disturb y … I'm sorry"
Clash! The tray crashed onto the ground. Hot water splattered everywhere.
She dashed away, unable to take in the scene in front of her, of Sasuke embracing another woman who was his sister-in-law, of Michelle hanging on to him, mouth letting out pleasing moans. She was naked against him with her dress partly hang limply by her elbow. The raven man, with his pants partially parted was …
Sakura felt as if an arrow shot straight into her. No. A thousand arrows, repeatedly shot into her. It hurt... so much.
'No.'
'He.'
'She.'
'They were…'
Heat burning within her, this unknown feeling, her body distinguished the utterly dreadful feeling that she couldn't take. Betrayal? Used? ... Jealously?
Unknowing where to go, she ran back Sasuke's old room. Hearing the coming footsteps quickened.
'No'
'No'
'They were …'
'No'
o-o-o-o-o
o-o-o-o-o
'Sakura. No.'He was ashamed, couldn't turn to face the girl, couldn't stop her from running away, away from this, away from him. Unable to move from the unwanted position, Sasuke's body was numb.
Scooted out of the way, Michelle put the thing back in its righteous place, zipping up his pants for him. "There." She continued to mock at his stupidity. "Sasuke, I can't believe it. A mastermind genius, you. Ha." She continued her ridicule. "Falls easily to a trick like that. I just said something out of the blues and you believed me. You actually believe me for that girl's safety. Surely, I can do something far worse. However, I think this does much more damage. Right? … Sasuke." Michelle gave him a push. "She. You. Both are the same." Getting off the table, she secured the dress back in place. "Dense. I'm already putting it in a nice-"
Firmly a siege clamped around her neck. Pulling her roughly, slamming the woman against the wall, Sasuke's hand rose, ready to land a blow on her pretty face.
Closing her eyes, Michelle waited for that hit. That slap.
But.
It never came.
"Hn."
She looked at him. Trembled at his gaze, fear built up from inside. That looming gaze, blood shot eyes burned a hole in her.
He settled his hand down on his side.
"You're not worth it." Simply, he turned away to follow his Angel, leaving Michelle to slide down the wall, slowly.
So. She was not worth it. Not even worthy of a slap on the face.
She was nothing.
'And so was that bitch.'
Hands brought her knees up against her chest. Michelle's face twisted in anger.
'This is only the beginning.'
o-o-o-o-o
Clouds made it way, building up across the clear night sky, covering the brightly lit moon, marking the dreadful time of the night.
Tiny, light footsteps dash away.
He quickened to follow her.
Seeing the girl frantically half running, half skidded down the hall of the corridor.
Tripped.
Thud. Sakura had tripped over the ledge of the door. Her fragile body made a hard contact to the wooden surface. Sasuke felt a panned hitting his chest. Seeing the girl quickly, painfully she picked herself up again to hurry her pace, further from him.
Why wasn't she crying from the fall?
Why didn't she stay lying down waiting for him to come and pick her up? Just like usual.
Why must she be here? There? That time?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Almost running now, he made it just in time before the door to his room closed, locking him from her.
"Sakura." He tried to soften his voice but it came out groggily dark and rough from his dried throat.
She didn't response. Her body didn't even flinch, she just stood there, far away from his reach, far deep to the other corner of his room.
Just standing there.
No sense of anger.
No sense of raging.
No sense of complaint.
Nothing.
It was as if. She was a doll, a manikin on display.
"Sakura." He called out to her again and she stiffened.
Still nothing resulted.
Quietly, softly, making his way to her, his voice yearned, "Sakura." 'Why won't you say anything?' He wanted her to turn around. Hit him. Slap him. Tell him. Saying something… anything! Even the slightest grumble, show him some fucking reactions! But no avail. The girl was solid.
A soft touch from him but not even that made her winced. He felt helpless. His throat was arid, unable to form any words.
Nothing.
He couldn't keep on standing there to be surrounded by the painful guilt.
Grab. Pulling the girl by the arm, he walked toward the bed. Grabbing his jacket along with his keys, he kept his firm hold on her hand. Hastily he pulled her out, out from the room, out from this cave of transgression.
She let him and followed his footsteps, out.
Hurriedly his feet placed in the leather shoes while the girl simply stood motionless.
Just like a displayed doll.
Not wasting time, Sasuke continued to pull on the girl, picking her up, in his arms, within his embrace that he had shared with another woman. Not letting her angel feet touched the dirty ground.
Sakura showed no objection of being carried to the passenger side of the car, unmoved from where he had parked it.
Nothing.
She calmly sat there. Face headed forward, illustrated no sign of emotion upon her porcelain face. It was as if he had stolen those from her.
Hastily getting in the car, Sasuke made no second thought of running down the hedge of neatly cut shrubs to reverse and drive out, speeding far in lightning speed.
[…]
Fifty mph
Sixty mph
Eighty mph
One hundred and ten mph
The number on the speedometer continued to rise as he stepped on the gas pedal. Until his car reached its max.
'Come on … Sakura.'
He glanced his eyes side way to look at the blank expression. Body stolid. Fixed into the seat.
'Tell me to slow down.'
He continued to zoom down the cleared highway and pass numerous traffic lights.
'Sakura.'
Keeping his eyes focus on the road, they needed to return to their home, the safe place that they should have headed to in the beginning. Why didn't he just return to their home?
Oh. It was because he wanted to see his mother. Feel her presence.
Mother. Everything had it consequences.
"Hah…" Finally, the girl let out a suppressed breath as if she had been holding it since then. Seeing the familiar building, she had been calling … home. Her body tensed.
But it didn't go unnoticed by the man. That man.
His hand tried to reach for her. But… She pulled away.
'Finally.' Sasuke, too, let out a relieved sigh. Seeing the girl, at least had shown him a little act of dismay.
Screeechhhhh …The car was parked. It came to a complete stop at the empty garage floor. Pulling out the keys, putting both his hand on the wheel, he placed his head on it for a minute of rest to clear his head.
Seat belt unclasped. Putting on the heels that were placed under her feet, Sakura unlocked the door to walk out.
"Sakura!" He tried to grab her hand but the door closed shut. With a slam, she was half way toward the elevator.
'Wait.' Sasuke clumsily walked out from his car, trying to get to the girl.
He was too late. The door had closed.
Click Click Click Click Click Click Click Click Click
'Fucking open already.'
Ding.
Slide opened.
"Sakura." He lowly growled at the girl standing there hand clutching the hem of the shirt, avoiding his gaze.
Walking in, facing her, he blocked the doorway and looked down.
[…]
As the elevator moved up, silence intensely built up an immense climax.
'Sakura.'
Floor 2
'Please. Don't be like that.'
Floor 5
'I didn't want you to get hurt.'
Floor 7
'Michelle. She's a witch.'
Floor 12
'Why did you leave my side?'
Floor 16
'She could have taken you away from me.'
Floor 20
'She could have hurt you, physically.'
Floor 25
'But.'
Floor 29
'I could never predict.'
Floor 34
'She already did her part.'
Floor 37
'Hurting you emotionally.'
Floor 40
Ding.
The door opened, waiting for the two bodies to move.
Sakura made her first movement, slipping her body around Sasuke. The man was left only to turn around following the girl.
Home.
Really?
Was it home for Sakura?
What was going on?
Her only duty was to teach the Uchiha man what love was, teach him how his heart should be used. The past few days went too smoothly. He had put on a show and she was the main puppet commanded by the invisible strings of his.
Ba-bump. Wait. Her chest felt tight. It was hard to breathe.
Ba-bump. What was this feeling?
Ba-bump. She shouldn't …
No.
She shouldn't care whose he was spending time with. Embracing. Kissing. Hugging. Touching. … and … Thump.
She was only an angel to be by his side.
What ever he did … shouldn't interfere with her mind.
But it hurt.
It hurt.
Never had she felt such pain.
Was this really what being alive meant? The pain.
"Sakura." He was calling her. Again.
What more did he want with her?
She didn't want to see him.
Talk to him.
Be near him.
She couldn't
Not after …
"Sakura." There it was again. His voice. So tempting. So luring.
Continuing her trail to her supposed room that she had only occupied a few times, where as other nights, she was …
Why did she …
How could she…
Be so vulnerable like that.
Be weak under his …
Words.
Scent.
Touch.
'...'
This man.
Was it a mistake?
Was it fate?
But. Did she once feel regret?
Did she?
Remorse at the first time meeting him? Interacting with him? Learning about him?Teaching him?
No. Not that. She hadn't done anything.
Nothing.
Letting him had his way. She thought he was warming up. But this was a cruel joke played by him. Just liked he had said before.
"It was all a painted lie."
Stop following me, she begged for him stayed back. Those images continued to rewind in her mind. Playing back those scenes. He was …
Were all those things Michelle said true? Not because of her drunkenness.
"He's nothing but a cold blood arrogant, overly conceited, manipulative bastard."
She knew that. She accepted that, and she was sure she had the capability to change him.
But,
"He only wants to nurture you into his perfect sex toy."
No.
It couldn't be.
"Sakura." She jolted at the feeling of his rough hand on her. Grabbing her upper arm, he pulled her to his embrace.
Fake.
"Don't." She struggled out of his grasp.
No more.
"Please. Sakura…" Sasuke was pleading her to stop refusing him.
How ironic. Mocking her with that word, the very word.
"Please. Don't. It's not what you think." He tried hard to reach to the girl's ruptured mind.
Keeping her head down, Sakura continued to push his chest away. She knew once she let him locked her within his arms, she would be fooled again and played with.
Because she foolishly incapable of refusing him. She knew too much, felt too much.
She was addicted.
Admitting it now, no longer hiding that fact.
"I was only trying to save you!" He screamed.
Sakura winced at his words. 'Save me?'
"I thought she kidnapped you. Hurt you."
She stopped struggling. His words entrapped her mind with uneasiness.
Slap! "H-how dare you lie like that." A straight slap smacked against his cheek. Her small hand made a deep red mark.
"!" His eyes widened at her action, wincing at her action, but he didn't blame her.
"All you wanted was …" Sakura stopped her sentence, but Sasuke knew well what she was trying to say.
"No." He tried again. Explaining to the wounded girl surely was hard.
"No? It is because I've been a nuisance to you?" Unaware of her words, she kept on going. "You couldn't wait?" His siege on her loosened and Sakura wasted no time freeing herself. Backing away. "Were you afraid of being exposed? That was why you lied. Are you mocking me? Do you think I would believe that kind of explanation?" She looked up at him. "But. Don't worry. I won't tell anyone. It's your business. I'm only here to fulfill my duty. Duty as an Angel."
She shakily fisted her hand, dug her nails into her palm.
Turning around, "I'm sorry for interrupting your … time." She placed a step away. "You didn't have to stop. We didn't have to return here." Another step away. "I understand." She was farther from him. "I should have known…"
Sasuke just stood there in her room. Watching the girl saying rubbish things, 'What had Michelle said to you?'
"… You are nothing but a cruel cold heart. Just wanting to play around." She whispered out each word, shooting each syllable thru his body.
"?" Obsidian eyes were wide open. His breath hitched at her sentence.
"I know. I heard. But I didn't believe … I actually now have seen it with my own eyes." Frail hand clutching her chest, she wanted to ignore the beating of her heart. Quicken. Pulsing. It was hard for her to breath.
'She knows?'
'She heard?'
'What?!'
Numerous things rushed through the man's head.
"At the office. At the bar… I've heard it all." Sakura trembled as tears freely poured down her eyes, exploding her heart.
"Sakura. Those are …"
"Are you trying to say those are rumors?"
"…"
"I am right?"
Seeing the girl choked between her sob give him more pain. What is this feeling stirring within him? He wanted her to stop now.
"What am I doing? I shouldn't be like this. By accepting, I should know. But. I guess I have failed again. I'm nothing but a useless Angel." Her eyes were staring a hole on the floor in hopes, somehow; it would open up with a gap for her to fall in, to disappear from that moment. "I have been fooled," she whispered.
"…"
"Thank you for letting me stay. Thank you for your effort of putting up a fairy tale for me. Thank you for treating my wounds. Thank you for...everything. But you don't have to keep on painting more canvases of lies anymore."
"…" 'No. She … Don't… Damn it … say something.'Mind slapping himself to utter a word to the girl but he couldn't … All she said were true. He could have refused Michelle. He could have found another way out of it. Why didn't he? It was because he did want that chance of release. He was a man, after all. A hot blood man. No matter how faithful he wanted to be. Wanting to turn into a new leaf for this angel, he was still a man. And when there was a woman, unconditionally spreading her legs. It was hard to decide while his mind was mad looking for his Angel.
"I can't ... I'm only a dumb Apprentice Angel who can never get anything done right. I've been used with out knowing. I can't help you. I can't help …" She turned around. "… A cold blood arrogant, overly conceited, manipulative bas-" She replayed those words that had haunted her mind, exploding them to him from the heat of the moment without knowing. "…Ooooff!"
Rough hand muffled her mouth to keep her from completing the sentence.
"Don't." He darkly snarled at the whimpering girl. "Anyone can say that. But you can't… Not you." With a hand clutching her jaw, tightly, not letting a sound escaped her lips.
"MMpph…" Tiny fingers gripped on his wrist. The other pushed his hand away from his hold on her waist.
"You don't know anything …" He grumbled as he pulled her up. Pressing the feminine body in to his manly molded figure. "Don't you dare make that judgment." He tightened his finger around her waist, bruising her skin.
Sakura sobbed at the dark auras.
Hand successfully pulled his out. She continued. "You'll soon cast me away. Right?! Straight after you are satisfied. When you're done with this game, I'm nothing but just something for amusement." A useless angel that no one needed.
Sasuke tried to mute the girl again but she thrashed her head aside. "You're just treating me as a sex toy!" Gasp. Emeralds widened from realizing what just escaped her.
What did she just say? Obsidian blazed blood at the girl.
"Ooffp." Harshly throwing the girl on the bed, he climbed on top of her.
"?!" Sakura wanted to take back those words now. She had provoked him.
"Sakura. Don't forget. You are under my mercy. You are to listen to my every will. Every command. You are my Angel." His hand moved gradually up her side, cupping her face to make her to look straight at him.
"You are powerless. Weak."
Emerald wanted to avoid his gaze so much. But she couldn't. She was again being captive under him.
"Hah!" She let out a tearful cry as the man turned in to beast. Hand madly ripped the shirt, the one he had tenderly covered her to exposed her body. The body he was obsessed.
Fighting, she resisted to be caught, "G-get .. hah…off … don't … get … away .. hic… get away from me…" Sobbing as she tried to get away from his trap, hitting against his chest. But he was too strong. Her fight was useless.
Seeing her free limps as a bother, "Hn." Propping up by his knees he kept the girl down by pressing his thighs wide, spreading her legs and ignored her beating against his waist. Ignoring that wounded patch of skin he had treated.
Kneeling there, eyes kept staring down at the protesting body.
'I'll make you get it.'
Hand unbuckling his belt, he pulled it out then leaned down. One hand was seizing both of her wrists. Harshly pushed it up, pulling her body up as well. He bounded her wrists on the bed pole.
'That you're mine.'
Tightly securing her wrists, Sakura was immobilized from the coming ruthlessness. Emerald closed, not wanting to see the man hovering over her. He was not gentle. His touch was rough. It was jagged. She felt violated as his fingers ripped off the binding keeping her breast bounded.
"Hah!" Head threw to the side. Lips quivered as Sasuke brutally gripped one of her mound. Leaving printed red marks.
He was mad.
Crazy.
Obsessed.
This girl was the fault of his insanity.
Fingers fondling her nipples, he flicked it to hardiness. He leaned down to lick her peak as if it was going to be taken away from him. From his tongue.
While other hand, palmed, gripped, pulled... harshly tugged her other prodding flesh.
That feeling of touch plagued her senses. The wound on the inner thigh was coming back. It was burning as he rubbed the coarse fabric against her skin.
'It hurts. S-stop. Don't-t ...'
Ears jerked at the sound of ripping. There go her last garment. The only thing keeping her purity from his hungry eyes.
"!" Her body jerked upward as she felt his finger desecrated her core. Pushing it deep, twisting it inside her.
She hated how her body reacted to the malice action.
It was wet. Drenched. Pouring down his finger.
He darkly chuckled against her shoulder as he nipped, kissed her skin.
"You." Pulling his finger out.
"Want." Pushing it back in.
"This." Curling it.
"N-No!" She cried out, not wanting to admit her body willing respond.
"Really. That not what I'm getting for an answer." Pulling his finger up to let her see, the liquid cover his skin.
"So you think. I'm only using your body as a sex toy." Lips grazed her chin. He felt her shaking under him. Quivering. Fearing. "You're not wrong. I'll show you … how a sex toy is being treated."
Whispering to her ear, Sasuke kissed her closed eyelid, her neck, her bruised nipple.
Kissing his way down as his hand found the zipper of his pants, he unbuttoned it and pulled down both waistbands to freeing his waiting throbbing member.
"h…hhhua …" Sakura heavily breathed as she heard the zipper sound. Hand jerking, wanting to release her bind wrists.
But her legs went limped.
"I'm going to tainted you … from the inside out." He lifted the girl's frail legs, spreading it further. Brushing his member up and down the opening of her hot, wet core to let her feel that madden sensation. Throbbing.
Keeping the fanatic action, he kept her thighs wide by lowering his own. Humping her.
The girl's body went crazy. Thrashing. Not letting him get his way.
Feeling the man intention. Sakura screamed.
"I hat-uufft…" His hand found its way to muffle her lips once again, not allowing those three words to leave her pretty pink lips.
"Uff… Mhpp…phh." She cried into his palm.
"Sakura. Sakura…" Viciously, he whispered her name, keeping his hand on her mouth. The other was holding her waist down.
"If I have to break you, mark you to make you mine..." He positioned. "I'll do it."
"I'm not letting you go."
Push.
'Please stop.' Emerald cracked opened. Tears filled up her eyes. Her wrists covered with blood, bleeding from the frantic pull. Mouth bit his hand, hard.
'You are mine.'
'Mine'
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J-kiwi: Well you guys failed at suggesting what to update next, [Because no ones want to read em. They just want to read about the pervert Sasuke and our innocent angel. I am-I mean we're such perverts...] but hey you did a wonderful job with the reviews. I love them! I hope you enjoyed my replies. lol. Hats to those with creative minds.