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“Damn it Gaara, stop it!” Sakura pulled her wrist from Gaara’s grasp. “You’re hurting me.” She glared at him, her green eyes dark with anger and frustration.

“I’m, hurting, you?” His voice was low, barely controlled over the whirlwind of emotions he could barely contain as he looked at her.

For a moment, her eyes dropped as guilt flooded over her. “I didn’t mean to, I mean, I thought we were just friends, so, when he asked me out I…”

She hesitated, just for a moment and that moment, was all he needed to force her into a corner.

He lunged forward, focusing all of his weight into one fluid movement of entrapment and pressed her up against the wall of her one room, single story apartment. “We.” He kissed the corner of her mouth. “Are not, just friends.” He moved into her, pressing his lips against hers, forcing her lips apart with his tongue and invading her mouth.

Sakura pushed against him, but he was much stronger than he looked. In appearance, he was short for a man, slight in build and quiet, however, up close, like this, he was controlling, domineering and possessive.

“Ple..ase…” Sakura tried to turn her head, but he pulled at the collar of her shirt, twisting the fabric up and around his hand, keeping her in place, locked against the wall as he kissed her, harder and harder. She began to taste blood.

She couldn’t breathe. She struggled, but that only caused him to tighten his grip on the fabric around her throat. He was choking her. She felt dizzy. Her body gave way and she slumped, completely ceasing her struggles to get away from him.

Gaara, feeling the tension in her body fade to nothing, stopped, and took a small step back. Sakura slumped forward. He caught her in his arms and looked down at her face. She had passed out?

Slowly, and very carefully, he carried her to her bed and threw back the covers. Then, without hesitation, he stripped off her clothes and his, before crawling into bed with her.

Two years later…

Sabaku Gaara sat behind his father’s desk, now his, and stared at his brother, Kankuro over the rim of his coffee cup. “I want everything in order by the end of the day, Kankuro. Is that clear?”

“Right.” Kankuro shifted in his seat.

He hated talking to his brother when he was pissed off, his younger brother. Ever since their father died and Gaara, not him, nor their sister Temari took over as president of the company, Gaara had been nothing short of a slave driver, masked by a corporate facade of polished gold and refinement.

Kankuro knew better though. Like it or not he knew his younger brother was still the heartless, most ruthless monster the world had ever known, and the only reason he was still alive, was because he was damn good at his fucking job!

“The Uchiha will arrive later this week.” Gaara flipped through his planner. “Are their accommodations ready?” He asked Kankuro.

“Yes.” Kankuro nodded. “Temari has taken care of everything, per usual.”

Unlike most executives, Gaara didn’t have a personal assistant or a secretary, preferring to do everything himself, or with the aid of him and their older sister Temari. Some speculated it was because Gaara only trusted his family to be that close to him, to be privy to things most private but that wasn’t it.

Trust. Kankuro watched his brother read through his emails, answering them with the same quiet precision as the words he rarely spoke. Gaara, didn’t trust anyone, not even his own blood, perhaps, especially his own blood, but with good reason.

Their father, did not die of natural causes.

“Hm.” Gaara read through two more emails before sitting back in his chair, turning slightly to look out his floor to ceiling window that covered the entire back wall of his executive office suite. “I hadn’t realized.” He spoke to himself while Kankuro waited.

“She chose to go with the Uchiha instead of the Senju.” Gaara tapped his fingers against the padded arm brace of his chair. “I wonder why.”

Kankuro, who could hear his brother, said nothing, but he couldn’t help but wonder, who in the hell was his brother referring to?

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“The proposal is solid.” Sasuke Uchiha sat next to Sakura Haruno in the back of his black sedan. “It doesn’t need any modifications, Sakura.” Sasuke dismissed her idea before she even had the opportunity to propose it.

“The numbers don’t make sense, Sasuke. That isn’t something we can just ignore. Gaara Sabaku isn't’ the kind of man you can just…” She tried again. He wasn’t listening to her, again, but she knew things that he didn’t when it came to the Sabaku family.

“You’re in over your head.” Sasuke set his phone in his lap and turned to face her. “Stop acting like you know what you’re doing, because you don’t.” He looked out the window. “We’ll be there in less than a half hour so just give me some space until then, I swear, you’re so annoying sometimes.” He turned his attention back to his phone.

Their conversation, was over.

Sakura grit her teeth. Idiot, she called him inside her head. Sasuke was such a fucking idiot sometimes! She was annoying? He was ignorant of the environment they were walking into! Gaara Sabaku and his family were not the Senju, they weren’t like the Yamanaka or like any of the other clan based, or backed businesses the Uchiha Group has dealt with in the past.

Gaara Sabaku, like his father, was the most ruthless, coldly calculated person she had ever met, and she was speaking from first hand experience, very intimate first hand experience.

It had been two years since she last saw Gaara and she wasn’t sure she was ready to see him again. No, she was sure she wasn’t ready to see him again.

They weren’t on bad terms. In fact, they weren’t on any terms at all, as odd as it was to say it like that. They had been friends for five years, during college and a year or two after, but then, one might, that all changed. She didn’t blame him, not really but at the same time, well, she supposed she could admit, they had both lost control that night.

It was her mistake, her, fuck up. She thought they were just friends, um, friends with a few benefits here and there but he had shown her, three times that night, just how far from friends they were, and how they could never, never, just be friends ever again.

…but that was two years ago. Two years of no communication, and no contact whatsoever. Did he remember her? Most likely. Did he still love her like he used to? She doubted it. She didn’t blame him. They were more than a few world’s apart.

Gaara was the CEO of his family company. She was…Sasuke Uchiha’s trained and labeled, fiancé. A figure of acceptance. A public image ornament.

Bought and paid for.

Sakura sighed. She looked out the window of the car. Sand. There was sand everywhere, which was expected for the desert, but still. It made her think of him, Gaara. …and why not? The sand was a part of him, just like his eyes. Cool, sharp eyes the color of the Mediterranean sea, beautifully stunning and just as piercing when they…

A shiver ran up her back. She closed her eyes. It had been a long time since she let herself think of him.

Sasuk coughed into his hand.

Sakura shifted her gaze to the Uchiha beside her. She wondered what Gaara would think of Sasuke. Would he measure up, or fail like so many before him? Part of her, the selfish and childish part of her, couldn't wait for Gaara to analyze and reject Sasuke, but the other part of her, the more responsible and logical part of her, knew this was going to be a complete disaster.

Sasuke thought he knew everything, but he didn’t. He was the sort of guy Gaara hated the most, but loved to rip apart, layer by plastic layer until there was nothing left. Unfortunately, she could not allow him to do that to Sasuke. That’s why she was here, with Sasuke on the way to Suna, not because she was his fiancé, but because his uncle, Madara Uchiha, knew, Sasuke would not be able to handle Gaara Sabaku on his own.

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Sakura stepped out of the black sedan when their Uchiha driver opened her car door, after Sasuke’s, and lifted her hand to shield her eyes against the hot Suna sun. The rim of her straw hat tilted back with her head, but did little to shield her eyes.

She didn’t need to look up to know he was watching her. She felt the weight of his eyes upon her as soon as the Uchiha car traversed the last 200 feet of the long, volcanic rock, paved driveway that led up to the main door of the Sabaku Estate.

He’d been waiting for her, watching for her the entire time. Sakura swallowed under the cover of her silk scarf. Vulnerable. She couldn’t be vulnerable in front of him, not again, not anymore. She wasn’t the same person she was, then, when he, he…

“Sakura, what the hell, come on.” Sasuke snapped at her. “I swear, you take forever to do the simplest task.” Sasuke walked up the Sabaku Estate marble staircase and bowed professionally to their host, Sabaku Gaara.

A few steps behind, with her bottom lip forcibly released from her teeth, Sakura bowed politely to Gaara, his brother Kankuro and his sister, Temari. “Sabaku san, thank you for having us.”

Gaara’s eyes looked Sakura up and down. “Sakura.” He ignored the Uchiha beside her. “Take your hat off.”

It was a command.

“Why would…” Sasuke didn’t understand. Sabaku was calling Sakura by her first name? Telling her to take off her hat, did they, know each other?

“Gaara, please.” Sakura looked up at Gaara, their eyes meeting for the first time since she and Sasuke arrived. “I’m here with Uchiha Sasuke to discuss the merger between our…”

Gaara took one step forward, and in one swift, unhinged movement, ripped Sakura’s sun hat off of her with such force that the bun she had painstakingly wrapped her hair up in, and pinned to the top of her head for this occasion, fell apart instantly, her hair tumbling down over her shoulders.

Gaara waited, watching her hair fall down around her face.

Sakura shivered., but instead of getting upset or protesting, she looked down, at her feet.

Satisfied, Gaara nodded once to Sasuke Uchiha, then took Sakura by the hand and pulled her through the front doors of his home. “Come Uchiha, we have a few things to discuss, least of all the merger of your company with my insignificant, failure of a hobby corp. That my brother set up without my permission last year.”

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Sasuke narrowed his eyes at his fiance. “You never told me you and Sabaku were acquainted.”

“I heard you were engaged, Sakura.” Gaara ignored Uchiha Sasuke, and focused all of his attention on Sakura.

“We are.” Sasuke, who wasn’t used to being ignored, didn’t understand why the man wouldn’t look at him, or speak to him directly.

“We, well, yes, technically, we are.” Sakura looked anywhere but at Gaara. “We’re um…”

“Technically?” Temari Sabaku raised one perfectly manicured brow at the woman who had been the sole consuming focus of her youngest brother for the last five years. “What does that mean?”

“Temari.” Gaara warned his sister to be quiet with a word.

“There isn’t anything technical about it.” Sasuke sneered at Sakura with disdain. “My uncle bought you for me, believe me, I wouldn’t choose you if…”

“Bought?” Gaara spoke only to Sakura.

Sakura swallowed. “Gaara, you see…”

For the first time since their arrival, Gaara turned to Sasuke Uchiha. “Let us discuss the merger of our companies in the south, that is what you are here for is it not?” Gaara’s face was blank as he spoke to the Uchiha.

“It is.” Sasuke’s dark eyes darted back and forth between Sakura and Sabaku san. “We propose a fifty-fifty merger on the basis of…”

Gaara cut the Uchiha off. “Fifty fifty?”

Sakura wanted to groan out loud but she didn’t. This is exactly why Sasuke’s uncle told her not to let Sasuke speak first. Unlike Sasuke, Sakura knew, you never, never began a business meeting with numbers, and the number Sasuke threw out, without prompting, was biased, and not for the Uchiha.

“I accept.” Gaara didn’t smile, nor did he nod. “Kankuro, the papers.” He held his hand out.

Kankuro, who had been watching from the corner of the room, stepped forward with a thin folder, laid it out on the small serving table before his brother and waited. Once Gaara pulled his gold pen from his pocket, signed the pacers and sat back, Kankuro moved both the papers and the serving table to Sasuke Uchiha.

“Sakura.” Sasuke held his hand out, but Sakura didn’t move. She wasn’t even looking at him. “Hey, pay attention idiot, give me my pen. I’m trying to close a deal here.”

Gaara narrowed his eyes.

“No, wait, I mean. Those numbers aren’t right, Sasuke we should propose the outline I was trying to tell you about in the car, the numbers are too low for the…” She began, but stopped when Gaara pulled his gold pen back out from his cuff and tossed it to Sasuke.

“Please, use my pen.”

“Gaara.” Sakura wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. Not only had she not done what Madara had sent her here to do, she felt sick, like her past was creeping slowly, coldly up her back, from the bottom of her spine, to the top.

Sasuke signed the papers without reading them, and pushed the serving table back, standing up, he nodded to Sabaku politely. “It was nice doing business with you, Sabaku.”

“We’re not done.” Gaara still had his eyes on Sakura. “Why do you think I accepted your proposal without argument, Uchiha?”

“Uh.” Sasuke sat back down, unsure why this was an issue. “It was an equal merger, fifty fifty.”

Green eyes snapped from Sakura to the black haired Uchiha with the slightest hint of disdain. “Fifty fifty, is even to you.” It wasn’t a question.

“Very well, then. Let’s get to the heart of the matter.” Gaara leaned forward in his seat.
“How much did your uncle, Madara Uchiha pay for this woman, and to whom?” Gaara demanded, his eyes flashing dangerously.

Sasuke, who was not an idiot, even though he was slow to realize what he had, unintentionally, and ignorantly just walked into, turned to Sakura, who wasn’t looking at him, but Gaara Sabaku, with fear in her eyes.

He’d never seen her frightened before. Of anyone, not even his uncle Madara, but this guy? “Sakura, what haven’t you told me?” He asked her, slowly, as though wary of his own voice. “Why is he asking a question like that, like he cares about you?”

“I,” She began before she could be cut off by Gaara. “He doesn’t, we just. It was a long time ago and…”

“Tell me, stop blubbering, I swear.” Sasuke was beginning to get annoyed. She was making a fool out of him in front of the wealthiest and most powerful man in the world.

That, is when Gaara interrupted him. He wouldn’t tolerate anymore of the Uchiha’s insults, to him, or to Sakura.

“Uchiha, forgive my lack of hospitality. Temari, please get our guest a drink.” Gaara kept his eyes on Sakura, watching her reaction.

Kankuro, who could sense his younger brother’s irritation, shrank back into the corner, but it was in vain. No one could escape his younger brother’s field of vision. Gaara had eyes in the back of his head..

Sakura looked from Sasuke to Gaara, uncertain at first, then, with sharp realization as she understood what Gaara was telling Temari. “Gaara, please, you don’t understand. You can’t,”

“I can, and will.” The bottom corner of his mouth rose slightly before falling back into place.

“Uchiha san.” Temari bent slightly, handing Sasuke two fingers worth of 14 year old malt whiskey.

“Hn.” Sasuke threw the drink back without even tasting it.

Sakura covered her face with her hands. “You fool.” She spoke from behind her fingers, her words reaching Sasuke far too late.

“Who did you buy Sakura from, Uchiha?” Gaara asked Sasuke Uchiha. “...and how much did your uncle Madara, a cunning man, pay for her?”

“Her, father.” Sasuke leaned forward to set the tumbler on the table, but missed the table’s edge by a significant margin. Sasuke stared at the glass as it fell to the carpet in front of him, then looked back up at Sabaku. “For 1 million yen.”

His head felt thick, and his fingers were going numb. He just realized, he had been drugged, but why? Why would someone like Sabaku drug him? There was no need for such tactics, he had already signed the papers.

“Did you,” Sasuke’s eyes opened and closed. “Drug me?” He asked, almost clearly, without slurring his words before falling over onto his side, away from Sakura, to Gaara’s satisfaction and Sakura’s horror.

“Of course.” Gaara stood up and held his hand out to Sakura Haruno, but he spoke to his sister. “Wire three million yen to Madara Uchiha, first thing in the morning, Temari, and…” He looked down at Sasuke’s unconscious body. “Half a million to Sasuke Uchiha. For the inconvenience.”

“That should cover any impunity the younger Uchiha may think he has suffered this evening, and Madara Uchiha will have been thrice accommodated.” Gaara reached down and grabbed Sakura by the wrist. If she would not give him her hand willingly, he would take it.

“I will be in my room for the rest of the night and tomorrow.” Gaara pulled Sakura behind him and out of the room. Then, as though the thought had just occurred to him. “Send breakfast in the morning, but leave it outside my door. No interruptions.”

Temari stared, opened mouthed, at her youngest brother. Kankuro rose from his seat in the corner and moved across the room to pick Sasuke Uchiha up, and threw him over his shoulder. “I’ll call him a cab and let his brother know he’s on his way home.”

Temari nodded, closed her mouth and turned on her heel. She would wire the money first thing in the morning, like Gaara asked her too, but first, she would call their security manager. They should double their security detail tonight. As soon as Sasuke Uchiha woke up, their phones would be ringing off the hook.

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Sakura stumbled as Gaara pushed her through the door before him, then, stepping inside after her, he shut his bedroom door with a deceivingly subtle click.

“Gaara, please, you don’t understand, I” Sakura turned around, her hands at her sides in a forced, and barely controlled calm. This man, has always known her, seen through her brave facade to her true self, and now, more than ever, she was not ready to face him, not after…

“No.” Gaara moved into the room, stepping up to her and taking both of her hands in his, walking her back, until the backs of her knees hit the foot of his bed. “I don’t understand.” He pushed her back onto his bed, crawling on top of her and forcing her to lie still.

With his fingers twined through her hair he pulled her head to the side and kissed her neck, slowly. One soft, careful measured kiss at a time, as he continued to speak to her. “I don’t understand why you left me that night, two years ago, left me like a thief, skulking away without a word of explanation, or farewell. You left me, and let me wake up alone.”

“I had to leave. I couldn’t stay, you know that, Gaara, I really,” She gasped as he bit down hard, at the base of her neck in between the top of her shoulder and her clavicle.

“It was your apartment, Sakura.” Gaara growled, his throat vibrating dangerously.

“Did you hate me for it that much?” He asked her, moving back and away, he watched her, searching her face for the truth, trying as hard as he could to look into her soul through her clear, green eyes. Her beautiful green eyes. “For taking my frustrations and desires out on you that night? You wanted it too. Do not lie to me like you lie to yourself.”

She stared up at him, her face as blank as possible, but she knew it was pointless. He already knew how she felt. That was why…

Sakura bit the inside of her mouth to bleeding.

That was why she left him two years ago. Gaara Sabaku was too damn fucking honest for her. She couldn’t deny her thoughts, her feelings or any of her embarrassing dark desires from him because he knew, he saw, and he felt them too. Like he was inside her and knew, everything she never knew about herself, before she even fucking knew it!

…and she hated him for it.

…but she also loved him, and not for the things he could give her, which by any standard, was unlimited, but for how deeply he felt for her. If she asked him to, he would burn the entire world to the ground for her. If she asked him to do it, he would.

Sakura knew she wasn’t a good person. She knew she didn’t deserve someone as pure and honest as Gaara. She deserved someone dirty, and disgusting, someone like, Sasuke Uchiha.

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Itachi stood with his back to the room, slid his phone into his pocket, and turned, slowly, a small, undefined curve at the corner of his mouth. “Sasuke, you idiot.”

He tilted his head back. His long silky locks, more fitting for a woman than a man, slid back, over his shoulders before falling back over his shoulders and across his chest again, as he leaned forward again, crouching down, laughing hard, gasping, and barely able to breath as he choked on the humor that was his moronic, hopelessly foolish, little brother.

After a moment, Itachi stood back up, brushed his hair out of his eyes with the back of his hand and pulled his phone out again. Dialing the number he knew by heart, his phone rang twice before the line connected with his intended.

“Sasuke is on his way back to the family estate. Tell uncle Madara he owes both of us 200,000 yen, uncle Izuna. We won this round. Sasuke’s negotiations ended poorly.”

Itachi nodded. “Yes. It is just as you said, Sabaku must have taken one look at Sakura chan, and decided Sasuke was no longer needed. She remains at the Sabaku residence, while my little brother is being shipped back to us, unconscious, but compensated, according to Sabaku Kankuro, Sabaku Gaara’s older brother.”

“3 million yen.” He nodded again. “A bargain considering, yes?” Itachi listened to his uncle, nodded one more time and hung up his phone.

For the length of two long and deep breaths, Itachi stood completely still. He knew this would happen. He knew how much that man wanted that woman. It was only a matter of time. One million yen, that’s all his uncle had paid for her. A bargain indeed considering the return they just got for her.

Although, He looked down at his phone, for a woman like that, he would have gladly paid five million yen for her. No, ten million. Sakura Haruno had the face of an angel, and the mind like a devil, no, she was much more devious than a devil, perhaps an ayakashi from the deepest, darkest corner of the underworld.

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“Gaara.” Sakura tried to sit up.

“No.” His voice was steady on the surface, but his face was too blank to be calm.

Gaara covered Sakura with his body. His fingers intertwined with hers as he held her down on the bed. Shifting his weight to the left, he dropped his head to rest his forehead on her shoulder, nuzzling the curve of her neck, then stopping.

With his eyes closed, he whispered to her, gently at first, then vehemently, “What the hell were you thinking, leaving me like that? Only to return to me, standing beside another man, and a man like him, a nuisance and an annoying one at that.”

“Gaara, please…” She squirmed, without success to move out from under his oppressive weight. “I didn’t have a choice, my father…”

“Is no longer an issue, is he?” Gaara opened his eyes, but he did not raise his head. “He’s dead, right?”

A swift intake of a short breath. Not a gasp, but a sudden realization. Gaara always spoke the truth, but what was hidden under the truth, was many times much more disturbing than the acknowledged truth itself.

“He sold you.” He continued to speak into the side of her neck, kissing and sucking lightly on her already heated skin. “Now you have been sold again, to me.”

Gaara lifted his head and looked Sakura in the eyes. “I own you now. You are not allowed to leave me again. If you do, I will hunt you down, find you, and punish you severely for your betrayal and disloyalty.”

It was a warning, and a promise.

Sakura knew he had looked for her. She had been careful, and successful in escaping Gaara’s grasp, but now, she was back, under his ever watchful, and capable observant eyes.

Gaara stared at her, waited, then dropped his head back down to her neck. “You know I never lie. My word, is my honor.”

She knew. It was the most admirable thing about him. If Sabaku Gaara said he would do something, he would. At any cost. It was so appealing, yet dangerous. The conflict of emotion in her head was too potent, and almost, too overwhelming.

Sakura took a deep breath. He didn’t understand, did he? He had no idea, this is why she left him two years ago. This part of his personality, that was almost uniquely him, was why she had tried her damndest to keep him as a friend, and only at friend status for as long as she had, because if she didn’t, if she wasn’t careful, she was at a very tempting, and dangerously high risk of being just as obsessed with him as he was with her.

Gaara did not wait for her to speak, nor did he expect her to. There was nothing left to say between them. She was his, bought and paid for.

He moved off of her, slowly and began unbuttoning his dress shirt. “Take off your clothes. I want to have sex.”

“Gaara,” Sakura sat up but did not begin undressing. “I don’t belong to you. You can’t buy someone like this. Sasuke, he…”

His hands dropped from the last button on his shirt. His shirt hung open revealing his bare, muscular, whip cord chest. Without a sound he lunged forward, forcibly grabbed the front of her shirt and ripped it down the middle.

“Do not,” He growled, pushing her back down onto the bed. “Say his name in front of me again.”

“Stop Gaara!” She tried to push him away. Why was he so damn freaking strong!?

Gaara drew his hand back. “If you won’t comply, I will make you.” He slapped her across the face.

Her head snapped to the side as pain exploded across her cheek. Sakura bit her bottom lip between her teeth, but the small hitch and gasp that escaped her lips was enough of a confirmation for him.

“Good.” He slapped her again, pulling her shirt from her, now unresisting body, and throwing it on the floor. “I see you remember how this works.”

Sakura’s cheeks flushed, and not from his abuse, but from shame. The truth was, she liked it when he was rough with her, she liked it when he forced her body into impossible positions, took his pleasure from her without her awareness, or her consent, or consideration.

From the first time he forced her into his bed with him, to now. She loved it.

With a bit more struggle and another slap across the face, Gaara pulled Sakura’s panties from her legs and entered her roughly.

“Mph!”

He moved into her, pulling her legs up with both of his palms tucked under the back of her knees and leaned forward, deeper into hot, slick warmth.

“Still so hot.” He mumbled as he moved, slowly, then faster and faster. “Still as tight as you were then.” Gaara held his breath, concentrating on how she felt. Fuck she was such a tight fit, so good. “I missed you.”

“I said stop!” Sakura clawed at the backs of his hands. “It’s too much, too soon. I need to get used to you again, Gaara please. Take it out, you’re too big, too big…” She shook her head back and forth.

“You forget,” He panted. “How this works.” Lifting her a few inches off the bed, Gaara turned her onto her side, without pulling out of her, he turned her over completely and pulled her arms behind her back, pulled her to the end of the bed, and laughed. “Now I can go even deeper.”

“What? No!” She pushed against the bed with her chest, trying to gain enough footing with her feet to get away from him. She wasn’t exaggerating when she said she needed more time to get used to him again. Gaara wasn’t built like most men. He was too big and he liked it too rough.

She knew, the moment he entered her, that it had been a long time since he’d had sex. He was too ready and too hard to be gentle with her for their reunion. Part of her knew, he was punishing her for leaving him, but still…

“Shut up!” He shouted. “You left me!” Gaara pulled both of her arms behind her back as far as they would go and lifted her entire body off the bed while thrusting into her without mercy.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but eventually, he slowed, only to speed up again, grinding against her, like he was trying to hurt her. She screamed.

She cried. “Stop! You’re hurting me!”

“You!” He screamed at her, completely losing control, he hit her repeatedly across the back, then grabbing both of her breasts he pulled on them, twisted them and pinched them. “Left me!” He came into her viciously before letting both of her arms go and dropping her back onto his bed. For a moment, he stood over her, looking down at her as she cried, real tears.

“You don’t get to be upset and I don’t care if I’m hurting you.” His voice was calm now.
“You didn’t fuck him did you?”

She looked up at him through her tears and shook her head back and forth. She’d almost forgotten how ruthlessly inhumane Gaara could be, in bed and in business. His mood, his emotional state, could flip like a switch and often did.

Sakura knew she needed to be careful. This is exactly why she left him and exactly why she didn’t want to come back.

Gaara nodded twice before walking across his room and pulling open a drawer. He pulled a box from his middle drawer and walked back over to Sakura who was still crying, still naked and lying haphazardly on his bed.

“Good.” He opened the box and pulled out a length of thick, silk cording. “You remember now don’t you? You didn’t think that was all I wanted from you tonight did you?”

Sakura shook her head back and forth. “No.” Her voice was small, but her cheeks were flushed a beautiful reddish pink.

“Get on your knees, on the floor.” Gaara waited for her to comply before walking behind her. “Lift your hands up behind your back.”

Sakura lifted her hands up.

Gaara tied her hands behind her back with the cord, and waited. When she didn’t do anything he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back. “Beg me.” He watched her eyes dart left then right. “Beg me Sakura. Put your mouth on me, and beg me to fuck you again.”

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“Ugh.” Sasuke’s eyes snapped open.

He closed them again quickly. “My head.”

“Finally awake.” Itachi set the book that he had been reading down on Sasuke’s coffee table in his bedroom. “You were asleep for almost two days.”

“Two.” Sasuke cracked his left eye open, then shut it again. Both the sunlight, and his growing awareness…hurt. “Days?”

“Yes.” Itachi rose to his feet, walked over to the window and closed the curtains, blocking out the beautiful, bright and unforgiving morning sun, from Sasuke’s bedroom. “You, in a single visit, managed to not only lose our family a five million yen side hustle, but Sakura Haruno as well. Uncle Madara is substantially less than pleased with you Sasuke.”

“Sakura, what does she have to do with…” Sasuke started then stopped when his brother hit him in the back of his head. Light and sharp, piercing pain exploded behind his already aching eyes. He groaned, fell over, got up again, then groaned again as Itachi kicked his bed post.

“Uncle Madara told you to let her speak first but you didn’t, did you?” Itachi’s eyes narrowed. His younger brother had no idea what he had done, or how pissed off their uncle was right now. “We had your visit planned out, Sasuke, almost to the minute, but you didn’t follow the plan did you, you just did whatever you wanted.”

“Itachi, stop for a minute. What the hell does Sakura have to do with Sabaku? When we got there it was like, I don’t know, he was really…” What words should he use so he didn’t sound crazy. “Like he couldn’t even see me, he could only see her. It was so strange and…”

“...and now, Sabaku has Sakura Haruno, you idiot.” Itachi didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t have to. “Have you any idea how valuable that woman is?”

“She’s nothing special, Itachi, she…” Sasuke shook his head gingerly, slowly testing his awareness. “She’s just a girl uncle bought for me to…”

“Since when does uncle pay a million yen for a woman, for you, of all people Sasuke?” Itachi sat back down in the chair he had been sitting in before Sasuke regained consciousness. “Uncle Madara should have given her to me. Sakura was wasted on you.”

Sasuke ignored the pain. His head snapped to his brother Itachi. Itachi who had never looked at a woman before in his life, who had women sneaking into his house to lay naked in his bed only to be violently, and disgustingly thrown out, was…

“Now, Sabaku has her, and I doubt he will ever let her leave his side again, much less his bedroom.” Itachi tapped his finger on the arm of the chair for the briefest of moments, but it was enough to display his annoyance in full to his astonished younger brother. “I wouldn’t, if I were him.”

Sasuke could not believe his ears. Itachi was…since when?

“Well, I can’t do anything about that now.” Itachi stood up, smoothed down the front of his shirt and adjusted his cuffs. “Uncle Madara told me to wait for you to wake up. Now that you’re awake, he will want to speak with you. Clean yourself up. Do not leave your bedroom. I will tell him you’re awake.”

Itachi walked to Sasuke’s bedroom door, turned and told his brother in a voice on the border of unkind, “Prepare yourself Sasuke. You really fucked up this time.”

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“3 million.” Izuna Uchiha looked up from his phone. His eyes went wide. “Half a million to Sasuke?” Izuna laughed. It was a joke. His brother was joking.

“Yes.” Madara leaned forward in his chair, his eyes dark and pensive.

“...but.” Izuna began, then stopped speaking abruptly.

“If Sakura Haruno had been any other woman, I would have thought Sabaku a fool, or at best, a collector, as it is…” Madara Uchiha’s voice trailed off into a forced silence. His lips pressed together.

His brother was angry. Izuna sat forward, his knees bent and rose from his seat. Walking across his brother’s office to the window, he leaned against the thick bordered frame, and thought about the facts.

Sakura Haruno was with Gaara Sabaku. Presumably taken without her consent by Gaara Sabaku when she and their nephew Sasuke went to negotiate a small, minor, almost pointlessly obscure low profit merger between Kankuro Sabaku’s start up, and their high overhead, almost worthless, company out of Singapore.

“I was aware of their prior connection.” Madara admitted to his younger brother. “However, I did not think, not once, that it was so volatile, or desirable on Sabaku’s end that he would take her, from Sasuke, almost instantly, upon their arrival.”

“Prior connection? What connection? I thought you said the woman didn’t have any prior weighty interests for us to contend with? Isn't that why you chose her for Sasuke?” Izuna didn’t understand. If Sakura Haruno had been under Sabaku’s previous protection, why in the world would his brother buy her from her father? Surely Sabaku would have bought her if he felt so strongly about her to…

“Wait, he was going to buy her, wasn’t he, but her father no doubt denied him and…” Izuna understood now.

“Yes.” Madara rose from his chair and walked across the room to his intercom. “It is likely that was the man’s plan from the beginning, after all, we do know he is responsible for her father’s death.”

“Yes, but…” Izuna considered the possibilities.

“Bring me my nephew. He must be awake by now. Bring me Sasuke, immediately.” Madara released the intercom button before turning back to his brother. “However, we, unknowingly bought her before he could take possession of her.”

Realization passed quickly through Izuna’s subconscious and pushed its way to the forefront of his mind. “You’re going to get her back, by force.”

Madara nodded. It wasn’t a question. His younger brother knew him well.

“Paid for, but without an agreement, is the same as theft.” Madara caught his brother’s eye. “Knowing Sabaku had an interest in the woman would not have changed my mind to purchase her. It would, however, have stopped me from sending her with our nephew, or at the very least sending Itachi with Sasuke and Sakura when dealing with Sabaku directly.”

Knock. Knock.

The door to his office opened. Sasuke stepped inside and bowed his head respectfully.

“Sabaku has stolen something of value from me.” His voice cut low and ominous. “Izuna. You and Itachi will go, and bring her back.” His eyes turned to his nephew.

The clan head of the Uchiha of Tokyo waved a large, strong hand to the leather seat in front of his desk. “Sasuke, sit. We must discuss your punishment for losing me a very valuable asset. An asset I gave to you in good faith to protect.”

“Izuna.” Madara turned to his brother. “Go. Now. Tell Itachi neither of you are to come home, without Sakura Haruno. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Izuna bowed, casting his eyes to his feet. “I understand. We will leave at once.”

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“Have you ever been to the Sabaku estate before, Itachi?” Izuna asked his nephew as they got into his car.

Itachi shook his head. “No. I hear it is quite large though. Surrounded by the desert.”

Izuna nodded. Yes, he had heard that as well. “Suna is hot too.”

Itachi knew they were thinking the same thing. They needed to observe before moving in, but they needed to move quickly. Sabaku Gaara was unpredictable, clever, and cunning.

“Do you think he would move her?” Izuna started his car.

Itachi thought about that for a moment. It was possible. “I would move her as soon as possible, from the place I took her, if it were me.”

Dark, half knowing eyes turned to Itachi.

“Thought about taking her from your brother huh?” Izuna asked him, half teasing, half seriously.

“Can something that doesn’t belong to the possessor, be taken, uncle?” Itachi met his uncle’s eyes without jest.

“Madara gave Sakura to Sasuke.” Izuna countered without heat.

“We all know why too.” Itachi wasn’t bothered by this back and forth. “Not as a wife, but a keeper. Sasuke, my foolish brother, was the only one who thought he was in charge, in that relationship.”

“I’ll admit.” Izuna pulled out of the Uchiha compound. “Sakura chan is a beautiful and intelligent woman, Itachi, but it would be wise to remember, Madara has the final say in everything, including her.” Izuna chuckled to himself. “Including me, and you.”

“I am aware, uncle.” Itachi knew that, as all Uchiha knew. “He is our clan head, afterall.”

“Indeed he is.” Izuna nodded slowly, thoughtfully. “You know…” He began, hesitantly. “Sakura wasn’t originally bought for Sasuke.”

Itachi, who had been looking down at his phone, looked up at his uncle.

Izuna gave his oldest nephew a half smile. “Madara meant her for you actually, but Sasuke begged him for her, on his hands and knees. With his forehead to the floor.”

“Hn.” Itachi dropped his phone into his lap and turned to look out the passenger side door window. “Did he?”

Silence followed their short exchange. Itachi continued to watch the city flow past him, the lights of the late morning filtering in and out between the clouds. He didn’t know what sort of past Sakura had with the youngest Sabaku, Sabaku Gaara but he knew it must be significant for the man to have, basically abducted her.

…and from them, the Uchiha.

No, the Uchiha weren’t the most powerful, wealthy or ruthless clan, but they were strong, and they had great influence over many of the other powerful clans in Tokyo. The Sabaku however, were all the things the Uchiha were, and more.

Whatever past Sakura had with the Sabaku clan, no, he corrected himself, with Sabaku Gaara, it was clear to Itachi that she wanted to leave it there, in the past. It was clear that his uncle Madara, was likewise ignorant of the woman’s connection to Sabaku, or he never would have sent her with Sasuke to negotiate the merger.

Itachi tapped his finger gently against his arm rest. He wondered, did Sabaku know the woman’s true nature? Like he did? Is that why he wanted her so badly? He knew Sasuke had no idea what kind of woman Haruno Sakura was, not a single fucking clue. He also knew his brother wouldn’t appreciate a woman like Sakura, even if he did know, he doubted his tender little brother would even know what to do with her.

It made him want to laugh out loud.

Sabaku on the other hand, if everything he had heard about the man was true, and if he knew Sakura, like Itachi did, then well, yes, he could understand why he took her.

Itachi sighed internally. Sakura wasn’t just a satisfying bedpartner. She was quick, witty and acutely observant. The woman could think on her feet, turn on a dime and keep running with a thought, an idea, or an advantage.

She was, in Itachi’s mind, the perfect woman.

Madara introduced Haruno Sakura to him almost two years ago. He could recall every detail with vivid, almost compulsive accuracy. At first, there wasn’t anything that struck him as impressive about her at all. She was small and unassuming, but when she spoke, her words were meaningful, and when she looked at you, you felt as though she was really seeing you.

As for the woman herself, there was very little to gain from speaking to her directly. She revealed nothing of herself to anyone she spoke to, while simultaneously gaining as much information about the other person as she could.

That, was impressive, and that, Itachi understood, was why Madara wanted her for their clan.

Being an observant person himself, he continued to watch her, and as he watched her he began to see just how enigmatic the woman really was. On several occasions, she sidestepped, avoided and redirected bodies around her with a touch of the finger, or a sway of the hip. Bodies that would have, had it been any other person, brushed up against her, pushed her, or stepped on her toes in the crowded venue they had been introduced in.

He didn’t think she was a martial artist, but she wasn’t at all as fragile as she wanted everyone to think she was, nor as oblivious to her surroundings as her pursuers assumed.

Two men had been after her that night, and she had successfully, and much to his amusement, avoided, redirected and sidestepped them both.

More than once she had caught his eye, and inclined her head gracefully to him, before shifting back in and out of the crowd.

Itachi smiled a very subtle, very slow and private smile at the memory. She had noticed him observing her that evening, and had not been the least bit intimidated by it. She was a woman who had been, and still was, worth admiring.

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“Enough.” Sakura arched her back off of the heated, sweat drenched, silken sheets of her borrowed bed.

She gasped, her fingers curling against the cool, desert breeze coming in through the open bedroom window. Gaara’s spikey locks tickled the inner, most sensitive, fold between her waist and pelvis.

“Ung.” Gaara pulled back, his nails dragging along the backs of her knees, hooking and pulling her to the end of the bed, then lifting them up and over his shoulders as he slid into her, effortlessly.

“Not.” He moved swiftly, pinning her to the bed, his fingers curling forcefully into her hair. “Done yet.”

“Please.” Her head was spinning. The bed was shaking, and she felt hot, too hot. “I can’t, no more, please. Gaara.”

His head rose high enough to look her in the eyes, but he didn’t stop. “Shh.” He placed his left hand over her mouth. “Quiet. I’m close. It will be over soon and then you can rest.” He pressed her head into the soft mattress, closed his eyes and pressed down even harder on her mouth as he climaxed.

She could feel his nails cutting into the side of her cheek, but she couldn’t scream. She could barely breathe. She closed her eyes. Too much. Gaara was going too far. She wasn’t lying. She wasn’t pretending. She really was dizzy, and her body ached from his attentions.

“Rest.” Gaara collapsed on top of her before rolling off to the side. “For the remainder of the night, you may rest, but come morning, I will want you again.” He sat up, stood, and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

“Gaara.” Kankuro nodded to his brother as soon as he walked out of the woman’s room, naked.

“Have they responded?” Gaara nodded quickly to his brother before allowing the maid who was also standing outside Sakura’s bedroom door, to slide a light robe over his shoulders, which shielded them from his nakedness.

“The Uchiha? Yes. Formally and, as you predicted, informally.” Kankuro fell into step beside Gaara, following him down the hall to his bedchamber. “Uchiha Madara sent his brother, Uchiha Izuna, and his nephew, Uchiha Itachi to take the woman back. Baki told me he has men monitoring their progress. They left the Uchiha compound two hours ago.”

Gaara unlocked his bedroom door and stepped inside, turned, and dismissed both the maid, and Kankuro as well. He looked at the ornate but functional clock on the widest structural wall in the room. It was 11pm. “I should prepare a worthy welcome for them.”

***

Sakura sat on the end of her borrowed bed and looked around the bedroom. She was surprised Gaara let her have her own room so shortly after her arrival, or, she pursed her lips and rolled her eyes, his acquisition of her.

Slowly, she rose to her feet and walked across the room to the open floor to ceiling window and threw back the sheer, beautifully shimmering, gauze drapes that did nothing to shield her bare skin from the rising moonlight.

Her legs were sore, among other, internal, softer parts of her body. Wincing sharply, she inhaled the cool, crisp desert air as it swept into the room, through the opening, and blew her long hair over her pale shoulders.

How long would it be before the Uchiha came for her?

Sakura turned her back to the window, and the star saturated night sky. First, she would take a long, scorchingly hot bath, and sleep for as long as Gaara allowed her. She would worry about the Uchiha in the morning.

She stopped moving toward the bathroom as she thought about that. The Uchiha, she turned back toward the wide open window, were most likely already on their way here.

“Who will come for me?” She looked down at her feet in contemplation and anticipation. Would Itachi come for her, now that Sasuke had proved himself even less than useless in their clan’s eyes?

…a small, hesitant smile lifted the corners of her lips. Would Madara allow her to see Itachi again?

“Itachi.” She barely spoke his name.

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One year ago, to the date…

Itachi sat at the head of the conference table, with his back to the window, dark eyes shifted from his left to his right. Men, wealthy, powerful men from Tokyo and beyond lined the richly decorated conference table.

The atmosphere in the room was thick, with intent, intrigue and barely suppressed hostility. A less, but no less recognizable, sense of fear shifted like fog along the base of the room, touching each man’s feet, one at a time.

“The numbers don’t lie and neither do I.” Uchiha Itachi folded his hands on the table in front of him, covering the thin manilla folder that contained the last year’s financials and the next quarters projections. “One of you…”

Knock. Knock.

Itachi paused briefly before finishing his statement. “Is bold enough to embezzle from the Uchiha Branch of Nippon International Contemporary.”

The double doors to the conference room were opened by the room attendants, allowing a slight woman, of refined grace and poise, to walk into the room. She was carrying a heavily laden tray of crystal tumblers, scotch, whiskey and gin.

Itachi, who had called this meeting, met Sakura’s eyes with a knowing understanding. He had not called for refreshments, there was a mini bar on the other side of the conference room, nor had he asked for her to be the server. He knew why she was here.

The last year, had been a very enlightening one for him, as far as Sakura Haruno went. His interest in the woman had been well warranted, from the first moment he had met her, and he had continued to grow with each interaction, conversation and minute glance, since then.

If she was here, under the guise of serving refreshments, it was for a reason.

Itach waved his hand magnanimous over the empty space at the end of the table to his right. “Thank you, Haruno san. I am sure our guests would appreciate a small recess.” Liting his eyes to the room, he nodded. “Gentlemen?”

A murmur of consent flooded the room. No one in the room was anxious to talk more on the mentioned embezzlement.

If Sakura had noticed the relief wash over the room, Itachi couldn’t tell, but he did not miss the way her eyes lifted and dropped when serving each man present. She did not ask which liquor each man favorde before pouring their drink and setting it before them, because she already knew their preferences.

How? He had no idea. Itachi had long since tried to understand her motive, resources or reaction to everyday occurrences. His efforts were better placed, in other, directions.

“Itachi san.” Sakura set Itachi’s preferred drink down on the table beside his right hand. Not too close, nor too far away from the tips of his fingers. She set it in the perfect position for him to pick up and bring to his lips with ease and grace.

“Thank you, Sakura san.” His knuckles slid along her inner wist as she withdrew her hand from his tumbler, intentionally.

Sakura’s eyes sparkled as she looked up at him briefly before casting her eyes left, then down. Her head tilted forward, a fraction of an inch, before tilting again, to the right.

Ah. Itachi blinked once, tapping his fingers on the table three times, before picking up his glass and taking a drink of his gin. She was telling him, without words, the three men closest to him at the head of the table, were the embezzlers, not merely the one man to his left, that he was about to, before she entered the room, lay all the blame and punishment on.

She had saved him. Not only from making a mistake, but from releasing all of those who were guilty of betraying the Uchiha, from their crime.

Sakura Haruno, was indeed a valuable woman. He found her more than a little irresistible at times.

***

Three hours later, just as Itachi had instructed by indication of rapping his knuckles three times on the table before she left, Sakura knocked on the conference door before entering. The room was empty now, no more men, no more attendants. Itachi sat at the head of the table, his tie loose around his neck, his eyes closed.

“Pardon my intrusion.” Sakura walked to the conference table and began to gather the empty glasses, moving them one by one onto the serving tray she brought with her.

Itachi didn’t move, nor did he open his eyes, but as Sakura made her way slowly around the table to him, he lifted his hand and grabbed her wrist before she could pick up his empty glass and add it to the others on the tray.

“How did you know?” He asked her without clarification of his intent. “You’ve never met any of the men in the room before, nor heard of them, how did you know which ones they were? How? I have been keeping tabs on every man in this room for weeks, and came to the conclusion that Yamarita was the only culprit, so how did you know Naakin, Gouro and Kanihara were in on it too?” He opened his eyes and straightened his back as he looked at her.

“You’re right, Itachi.” Sakura inclined her head to the eldest of Uchiha Madara’s nephews. “I have not met any of the men in the room that were here for the meeting, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know anything about them.” She corrected him, pulling slightly on her wrist, trying to politely release herself from Itachi’s grip.

“I heard you.” She turned her head to the opened double doors of the conference room. “When you told the room someone was embezzling from the company Madara sama gave you to oversee last year. I knew you only thought it was one man. You surprise me Itachi.” Sakura forcibly pulled her arm from Itachi, but she didn’t step back, or move away from him.

“Surprise?” Itachi watched Sakura’s green eyes clouded over with, what was the look in her eyes, disappointment? He stiffened his back. She thought he was… stupid?

“It only took one look after your forward announcement to know which men were responsible. It was clear in their eyes and in their posture.” She clicked her tongue at him in clear disapproval. “I thought you of all people were in possession of a more acute awareness of those around you, Itachi.”

“Are you, calling me, oblivious?” He couldn’t hide the shock or the amusement in his tone, nor did he wish to. The woman was calling him an idiot, to his face!

“Call it what you like. It’s none of my business.” Sakura leaned forward to pick Itachi’s tumbler up off the table.

Itachi stood up from his seat, grabbed her by the arm, and spun her around to face him. Her eyes flew open in alarm but he noticed instead of appearing frightened or calling out for help, she clenched her jaw. She was angry.

He laughed out loud. “Do you think so little of me?”

How far would this woman push him? For months he had avoided her so he would not fall prey to his most basic instincts and here she was, prancing around in front of him, challenging him, tempting him to admire her more, to gauge her reaction to his touch, by feel, by scent! Did she have no shame? Did she not know what men thought of when they looked at her?

“It is not my place to think so much.” Sakura countered, pulling distractedly on her arm. What the hell had gotten into him? She didn’t think Itachi was this proud. He wasn’t like his uncle or his brother. “Let me go. You’re interfering with my work.” Her eyes narrowed as she looked up at him.

He looked down at her. She wasn’t blinking. Who was this woman? Where the hell did his uncle find her and what was he planning on doing with her? “My uncle allows you too much freedom, Sakura.”

Itachi lowered his voice, leaned closer to her ear and reminded her, “You need to be more careful woman. You’re the one who interfered with my business, first.”

“With permission.” Sakura glared at Itachi. Since when did he touch her like this? Uchiha Itachi had always kept a respectful distance from her, unlike some of the more forward, less cultured Uchiha that his uncle Madara felt the need to keep around. She hadn’t expected him to react to her interference, like this. “Madara sama told me to do as I saw fit in both business and my private affairs. I heard you floundering, so I intervened. You're welcome!”

Her words slapped him in the face like a physical blow. He had the intense urge to retaliate.

Itachi stepped back as she pulled her arm from his hand once again, and without thinking, on impulse for the first time in his life he reached out and grabbed her again, throwing her on top of the conference table, bent over her and kissed her, hard until he couldn’t kiss her anymore, or breathe.

He released her arms he had pinned to the table next to her head and gasped for breath. “I’m sorry, Sakura, forgive me but…”

Itachi looked down at the woman on the table. He expected her to jump up and punch him in the throat, to scream and run out of the room, or to try to kick him in the balls at the very least but she didn’t. In fact, she looked even more beautifully distressed than he could recall ever seeing her before.

It was then it dawned on him. She liked it. She liked that he was being forceful to him. His gut twisted with desire.

“Don’t move.” He commanded her to stay where she was. Quickly, he walked to the double doors of the conference room and closed them, then with only the briefest of second thoughts, locked them to make sure they wouldn’t be disturbed.

Itachi walked back to the table and looked down at Sakura Haruno. She was still lying on the table, her arms up, her hands by her head. She hadn’t moved, not at all.

“Good girl.” He leaned down, kissing her again, slower this time, more gently, while he unbuttoned her shirt. “I know my uncle bought you for my brother but…” He spread the silk of her blouse apart and ran his palms over her breasts. With a tug he snapped the clasp of her bra. “Sasuke could never fully appreciate a woman like you.”

“Itachi.” Sakura placed her hands on his chest, her fingers bunching up the fabric of his dress shirt. “We shouldn’t go any further.”

Dark fathomless eyes looked down at the woman with amusement. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth. She wanted him. He could always tell when a woman wanted him. Before now, he’d always found it bothersome, female attention, annoying but with Sakura, it was different.

It made him want to take control and show her just how good being with him could be, and he would. Now. “Your opportunity to leave has long since passed. I’m going to do whatever I want to you, and you’re not going to tell anyone, including my uncle.”

Sakura gasped as he pinched one of her nipples, his other hand moved to the zipper tab of her skirt. As soon as her skirt was off, thrown carelessly onto the floor, he spread her legs and moved in between them. She thought he would enter her and fuck her as soon as he could but he didn’t.

Itachi was a methodical man. His fingers traced the outline of her entrance through the thin silk of her panties, while he licked, bit and sucked on her nipples. She gasped and squirmed. He wasn’t at all gentle, and she wondered, did he know? Did he know how much she was enjoying this attention from him?

“Itachi stop. We shouldn’t… Your uncle and Sasuke, they wouldn’t want…” She turned her head from side to side.

“Be quiet.” Itachi unbuckled his pants and pulled himself out, pulled her soaked panties aside, and lined his head up with her wetness. Slowly, and with excruciating tenderness, eased himself into her. “The time for talking is over.”

Sakura squirmed and tried to dislodge him from entering her any deeper but his grip on her was strong and forceful. He pulled her arms, positioning her where he wanted her, before quickening his pace.

“Ungh.” He leaned over and panted into her neck. Unfortunately, he didn’t last very long. It had been years since he had fucked a woman, too long in his opinion, but he had been busy with work and hadn’t had the time to find a companion that he liked well enough to be intimate with.

Sakura sighed when she felt him release into her. More than once she had wondered what it would be like to fuck a man like Itachi Uchiha. Itachi, like most Uchiha of the main family, was always so calm and reserved. She wondered, more than once while touching herself, if he was a controlled lover, or a wild one, like Gaara had been.

Honestly, aside from a bit of nipple play and a few choice words, she was, disappointed. It seemed, Gaara was the exception. Not all devastatingly good looking men, were good in bed she concluded.

She sighed again as he pulled out of her.

“Did you think we were done?”

Sakura threw both of her hands out to keep herself from tripping over her own feet as Itachi pulled her off the table and forced her to her knees in front of him. He sat down in the leather chair, at the head of the table, and righted his cock with one hand, stroking it slowly, as he pressed her head down with the other. “Open your mouth Sakura, I don’t have to be anywhere for another three or four hours. You are very generous with your words, but I can find better uses for your mouth.”

For three and a half hours he used her body, pushing and pulling her into more than one uncomfortable position, filling her with his cum and covering her with his sweat. When he was done, he dressed quickly, using the mini bar sink to smooth down his long hair and refresh his face.

Sakura lay naked and dirty on the conference table, on her back with her head lolling off to the side, over the end of the table where he had last used her mouth for his pleasure. Taking his phone from his pocket he snapped a picture or two of her body.

“For later.” Itachi told her. “For inspiration.”

That had been the first time he had fucked Sakura Haruno, but it hadn’t been the last.

“We’ll be there in under an hour.” Izuna told him from the driver’s seat.

Itachi nodded. He wondered, if all the rumors about the Sabaku man were true and if they were, what that meant for Sakura, for him. He knew he wasn’t Sakura’s first lover, but he had hoped, his younger brother withstanding, that he would be her last.

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Gaara sat on the stylish , yet minimalistic, sitting couch his sister Temari chose to decorate his receiving room with while Itachi and Izuna Uchiha sat opposite him in complete, unequivocal silence.

‘Click’.

As Gaara instructed her, Sakura stepped gracefully into the room after all the men were seated, walked past both Izuna and Itachi Uchiha and sat down next to Gaara, whose eyes never left the face of Uchiha Itachi. Gaara watched the younger Uchiha from the moment Sakura entered the room until she sat down beside him on the couch and folded her hands in her lap with her eyes down, cast purposefully to the floor.

A small sense of satisfaction rose up in Gaara’s chest as he stared at Uchiha Itachi. The man met his gaze head on, without blinking or looking away. He knew Gaara’s intent and didn’t shrink away from it. Even now, Uchiha Itachi was not looking at Sakura Haruno, but him, Gaara. Gaara couldn’t help but notice the dramatic difference between the older and younger brothers. Uchiha Sasuke was a fool, but his older brother, Itachi Uchiha, was not.

“I know why you are here, but you’ve wasted your time, and mine.” Gaara’s voice was calm, reasonable, and low.

Without breaking focus, Gaara took one of Sakura’s hands from her lap, lifted it and pulled her hard and fast to his chest, pulling her up with such sudden force she fell into his lap, her legs spread over the couch and her skirt riding up one of her legs exposing soft, creamy, unblemished skin to their guests.

Sakura shifted her weight and tried to slide back off of Gaara’s lap but he squeezed her hand hard and pulled her closer. “Stay.” He commanded her, his other hand sliding along her thigh up under her skirt. “Don’t move. You wouldn’t wish to be rude to our guests, would you?”

“Sabaku, really. Is this necessary?” Izuna’s voice was hard, but bored at the same time. “You’re embarrassing Sakura chan.” He smiled a small smile at Sakura, his eyes darting back and forth between his nephew’s fianc’e and the youngest Sabaku.

“Please.” Itachi leaned back in his seat, threw one leg up and set his ankle over the opposite knee, relaxed. “Continue to do as you wish with her. I’m sure she won’t complain and if she does, you can just punish her after we leave, or let us watch.” Itachi saw Sakura’s face turn red, her bottom lip quivering, not in fear, but excitement at the thought of him watching her be punished..

He smiled a slow predatory smile at the woman. “Or, I could punish her, for you.”

Izuna’s head snapped to the side to look at his oldest nephew in surprise, then back at Sakura in full, enlightened understanding.

Gaara however, didn’t move. His hand remained between Sakura’s legs, her back against his chest and her legs spread open for Izuna and Itachi to see exactly what Gaara was doing.

“Itachi, no, please don’t…” Sakura could feel the pressure of Gaara’s finger tips digging into the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. He was angry. Itachi’s words were making him angry.

“This is to punish you, not her.” Gaara pulled Sakura closer, his breath hot on her neck. “Watch what your foolish brother has lost for your clan.”

Sakura gasped out loud as Gaara slid his hand under the lining of her underwear and slipped a finger into her sudden wet. “Gaara, please don’t…”

“The same words?” Gaara growled, he slid another finger up into her increasing hot wetness and curled them against her inner walls. “You use the same words when speaking to me that you spoke to him? Who’s fingers are in your cunt right now, Sakura?”

“Gaara, stop, this is too much…” Sakura closed her eyes, her face burning with shame but her body squeezing against Gaara’s touch begging for more.

Itachi’s dark eyes were intense as he watched Sabaku humiliate Sakura in front of him and Izuna. Kami, she had never looked more beautiful. Her lips were parted and she was practically panting.

Sakura closed her eyes as Gaara’s thumb slid across her clit. She knew why he was doing this, but she didn’t know how far he would take it, to prove his point, that she belonged to him and he could do anything he wanted with her, wherever he wanted, no matter who was watching or if she was willing or not, and it made her want to hit him, and fuck him even harder at the same time.

“Gentlemen.” Gaara lifted Sakura up, turned her around, pushed her skirt up around her waist, and lowered her gently onto his lap. “Unless you’d like to watch, I believe we’ll have to reconvene this meeting, until later.”

“Of course, Sabaku san.” Izuna rose quickly to his feet as Sabaku san began unbuttoning Sakura’s blouse with one hand and unbuttoning his pants with the other. “Shall we, Itachi?”

Itachi didn’t move. He took a moment to consider the scene playing out before him. This wasn’t the first time he thought of sharing Sakura with someone else. He knew she would love it, but he didn’t think Sabaku Gaara was the kind of man who shared his lovers with other men. Clearly, this display was to prove to them that Sakura Haruno belonged to him, and only him.

“Itachi.” Izuna’s voice was as hard as steel. “We’re leaving.”

Gaara, having released himself from his suit pants, lifted Sakura up and over the tip of his cock before dropping her down on top of himself.

“Angh!” Sakura threw her head back in pleasure. “Umph!” She tried not to moan as Gaara moved her up and down over his lap, pushing and pulling her by the arms as he pressed his face into her breasts.

“Too much, too deep.” Sakura bit her bottom lip. She shouldn’t speak. Itachi would…

Itachi ignored his uncle’s protests as he made up his mind. He couldn’t stand there and do nothing. Damn this woman, this fucking sexy, irresistible masochistic piece of ass.

“One moment.” Itachi rose from his seat, stepped forward, snapped the back of Sakura’s bra, slipped it off her shoulders and shoved it into his suit coat pocket. “Until later, Sabaku.”

Gaara spared the Uchiha one last look as they left the reception room before pressing his lips to Sakura’s left breast, and flicking his tongue over the side of her nipple.