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Chapter 6

Engaged? That can't be correct. For as long as he knew Itachi, he had never stuck to one woman. Hell, Sasuke's own scandalous ways originated from his elder brother's bad influences. It just didn't make sense. How can one get engaged when one has been away for nearly five years?

The thought annoyed him through his short walk to his estate.

Was Sakura really Itachi's type of woman?

Argumentive. Rude. Smart-assed.

Sly. Tempting. Desirable. Clever.

She was one hell of a sexy woman.

And she was skilled with a gun.

He was smiling and didn't even realize it.

He took off his evening coat and handed it absentmindedly to a nearby maid. The damned devil himself was sprawled lazily on his black velvet couch. Sasuke sighed as he sank into the oversized armchair adjacent to the couch, "You have a house, Itachi."

His brother kicked off his shoes, "I know but, these maids."

"You are despicable."

"I know."

Sasuke searched his brother's unreadable expression, "I have to ask."

"Ask away."

"You really were engaged?"

He nodded.

"When? How?"

"You didn't know?"

"Obviously."

Itachi repositioned himself to face his brother more seriously, "Well.. I don't know, to be honest."

"What?"

"It was one of those 'since-birth' type of things."

Sasuke feigned bewilderment, "Father and Mother planned it?"

Itachi again, solemnly, "Yeah, I guess."

"Why Sakura?"

Itachi studied his little brother, eyebrow arched in surprise and suspicion. He hesitated for a moment then shrugged, "She's a Haruno, who wouldn't want to be engaged to a Haruno?"

Sasuke's brows furrowed in confusion, "So what if she's a Haruno?"

Itachi's eyes widened in genuine surprise, "You do not know of the Haruno's infamy?"

"Infamy?"

"You really need to catch up on the social statuses of the other ancient family lines since we are in fact descendants of one."

"What's with the Haruno family?"

"They're notorious for their dominating females, if you will, the mistresses. Just like how our family name, the Uchiha, is notorious for our devillish male ways. Not to mention, our looks."

"Father and Mother wanted to join the Haruno family line with ours?"

"Of course. It would've made our family, including the Harunos family, an invincible family line."

"So, you would've been the key to uniting both families?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

Sasuke took a second to let it all process, then looked up at his brother with a big question mark on his face, "But, that doesn't answer my question. Why does it have to be Sakura and not the other single mistresses in her family?"

"Since the women are the dominating gender in their family, Sakura is to be the next heir, just like I would have been for the Uchihas," Itachi answered matter-of-factly.

"Okay, what I don't understand is the were part."

"Were?"

"You were engaged."

Itachi's red eyes suddenly looked distant as he briefly reminisced, "Ah, well.. Sakura and I met overseas in Italy. We were aware of our engagement and so we tried dating. Didn't work out well."

"Why not?"

"We spent seven months together and couldn't see each other more than friends," Itachi's lips curved into a sly grin, "She is more like a little sister to me, and I really wouldn't have mind having her in our family. I mean, she has very good looks, she might as well be from the Uchiha family."

"Wait, why was she overseas anyway if she was engaged to you since birth?"

"Same reason I went overseas. I didn't want an arranged marriage."

"Why has she suddenly returned to Japan?"

"I assume it has something to do with family matters," a knowing flash flickered in his red eyes but he said no more.

Sasuke decided he imagined it, "One last question: why have you returned completely unannounced to Japan?"

The handsome wicked grin that women came to know and love transformed his features, "To resume my sinful ways, of course."

Sasuke had to smile at his elder brother's immature nature, "You really haven't changed after six years."

Itachi pretended to look shocked, "What did you expect?"

"A refined gentleman."

"Then I'd be disappointing the ladies with that ridiculous facade. You and I both know that's not what Uchihas are famous for," he ended with a smirk.

"You know, Naruto is courting Sakura."

"You're not serious," Itachi snorted, "Naruto is no match for her."

Sasuke corrected his brother, "Naruto is no match for any woman."

"True," Itachi smiled, "but Sakura is an 'Untouchable'. I don't think any man is a match for her. I, myself proved that."

Sasuke's left eyebrow rose, "Untouchable?"

"If you spend time with her, you'll know.", he yawned and headed for the door, "Get ready for shitloads of scandals, Sasuke. Since you're the heir, you'll have to take care of them."

Sasuke stared as the door shut out the contagious laughter that floated through the night. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself, Itachi's back, well hell.

Sasuke stared straight into the darkness of his master's bedroom. Many thoughts ran through his mind making sleep impossible. The soundless night outside his window beckoned him to look outside. The moon was bright and flourescent. The stars twinkling cheerfully above. It was a still atmosphere in which gave him the perfect chance to sort out his thoughts.

Thoughts of cherry-blossom scented waist length pink hair.

Thoughts of a pair of illuminated jade green eyes that sparkled with playfulness and wisdom.

Thoughts of a feminine body that he knew so well.

Thoughts of soft gentle fingertips discovering the many pleasures his own body did not know how to respond to.

Thoughts of a musical laughter that echoed through a night similar to this night.

Thoughts of that smile that brightened up her whole expression.

Thoughts of the skillfull hands which his body helplessly surrendered to, shooting a hole through his arm.

Thoughts of Haruno, and not just a Haruno, but the Sakura Haruno.

His own little sinner.

And a rightful heir to the Haruno fortune.

What are the odds of an Uchiha and a Haruno joining the family lines?

Was it possible? Well, Itachi had just explained how possible it was.

But does he want to?

Sure he'd want to explore her sinful side but is that all he wanted to do?

Was there more to Sakura than her lustful body and seductive gaze?

Sasuke closed his windows and returned to his bed, sleep finally taking over. But before his conscious drifted off into a wonderful slumber, Itachi's words echoed through his head, 'I don't think any man is a match for her..' Sasuke smiled inattentively, if only Itachi knew that his own little brother introduced Sakura to the deep, dark void of the sinfully sexual abyss.

Sakura finally had a day off from all the social events Society threw at her. Today was a fine spring morning where the sun's rays embraced her with its familiar warmth. A touch of a light breeze rustled through her long silky hair. The smell of pine trees and sweet crisp grass filled her senses. Nature. Her favorite part of the world.

She kicked off her shoes and threw away her clothes. Butt naked, she sprinted towards the river of sparkling reflected sunlight and jumped high in the air into a cannonball. She submerged into the deepest part of the river, exploring the shallow depths of the cool, refreshing water, enjoying its chillness against her heated skin. She felt the exhiliration of the air blasting into her lungs as she surfaced. She swam aimlessly around the wide river, pushing her arms in front of her and kicking her legs virgorously. She glorified in the gentle ripples that radiated from her body.

In the midst of her swim, she turned on her back and allowed the sensational relaxation of the weightlessness control her tense limbs and put her mind at ease. Her eyes weighed down dreamily, the sun's bright rays peeping through the leaves of the trees from above.

Then a thought occured to her. How far down can she go?

With that in mind, she swallowed a deep breath and dove back in, deeper and deeper to reach the bottom. But, she never reached it.

A bottomless pool, a naked woman, and a silent predator, whose onyx eyes held a look of wicked desire. What can one expect?

Sasuke watched her break the calm surface of the sunlight reflected water, worshipping her exquisite figure. She resembled a sea nymph, or perhaps a goddess of rivers. It was the way her damp lengthened hair flung about her majestically, sending sprinklettes of water everywhere.

Sakura Haruno, goddess of temptation.

His eyes drifted lower to where the undercurve of her right breast was revealed.

His ips curved into a sinful smile. She was naked. Lovely.

She sighed. It was like her own little heaven.

No one knew where she was. No one knew what she was doing. And no one knew who she was with.

No one, of course, except her sly little devil.

"Enjoying yourself, water goddess?"

Sakura whipped around to face her intruder.

She choked on her breath as the man before her studied her indecent exposure leisurely. Her hands crossed over her breasts defensively and she did all but appear dignified, "What the deuce do you think you're looking at?"

He looked around at his surroundings thoughtfully, then returned to challenging her incredulous stare, "Oh, don't mind me, wretched temptress. I was merely admiring the beauty of it all."

The tenseness in her body relaxed a bit. He was just here to absorb the harmony nature had to offer, just like she had came to do.

Her features softened, "Yes, it is quite incredible."

Sasuke Uchiha, man of peace? How foolish it was to believe such a notion.

The glint in his eyes made her falter, "I wasn't referring to the beauty of nature, but yes, I'll have to agree."

A familiar warmth spread across her cheeks. She hoped the coolness of the water prevented it from being too obvious. She lifted her chin, "How long have you been standing there?"

He dared to take a step forward, the sun revealing more of the mischief in his smile, "Long enough, believe me."

He began to unbutton his shirt. She gasped, "Excuse me, but what in the hell are you doing?"

Not taking his eyes of her, he leaned against the tree beside him and crossed his arms over his powerfully built chest. His navy blue shirt fell soundlessly to the leaf-covered earth. Amusement danced in those enchanting orbs of his as he eyed her suspiciously, "Undressing. Surely you don't expect me to ruin my clothes."

She forced herself to stare directly above his chin, although she couldn't help but steal a few curious glimpses, "Undressing for what exactly?"

He feigned shock, "Obviously to swim. It is a perfectly humid day to do so, is it not?"

She suddenly felt nervous under his intense scrutiny, "Ah, well, yes."

So many nerve-wracking thoughts crossed her mind: thoughts of escape, thoughts of desire-filled onyx eyes, thoughts of spikey black hair, thoughts of his solid structured body rubbing intimately against her shivering clothless skin.

She mentally shook herself. She couldn't be having lewd thoughts of a rogue who probably skinny-dipped with plently of willing women before her.

Stall him. Her consciousness advised.

And then what? She will swim away as fast as she can and run, of course! Even though he may catch sight of her climbing out of the water bare-arsed, better that then to be captured in those strong, promising arms.

She cleared her throat and treaded water, "You can swim?"

He proceeded to removing his pants, "Yes, I can. In fact, I'm an excellent swimmer."

Damn. Would he catch up if she did escape? Most likely not. She had already made it to the less shallower part of the river but she was not going to risk her chances.

"Is that so?", she replied coolly.

The sight of him took her breath away. The sun spotlighted his pale naked masculine chest along with his broad shoulders. Even in his sinewy refined thighs, there was a muscle build that she couldn't help but stare at in awe. He appeared just like those super-detailed statues of Roman gods, only more seductive and.. lively.

Her eyes guiltily snapped back to his playful stare. He had a smug grin of male satisfaction on his devillishly handsome face. Everything was off, except his boxers. His thumbs hooked onto the waistband of the only piece of clothing left.

He was waiting.

Sakura, overwhelmed by his inhuman beauty and the absurd fantasy playing in her head, took her chance and turned around.

She heard the splash of his dive but took no risk of looking back to see if he caught up. Her feet reached the river floor and all she had to do was reach up and pull..

A loud scream sounded through the wood as she was pulled back into the water. Through the clear liquid, she couldn't find the damned Uchiha who had the balls to wrap an arm around her naked midriff.

Finally, desperate for air, she resurfaced, the oxygen exploding in her lungs. Seconds later, a blackhead emmerged from the water in front of her. She didn't realize that she had screamed a second time. Instead, she found herself actually laughing. With him.

He wiped the water from his eyes, a cocky smile on his wet face, "Told you I was an excellent swimmer."

Totally lost in the fun she was having, she splashed him several times, giggling and unknowingly shameless, "No one told you to prove it."

He laughed, "It looked as if you were doubting me."

"Well, I never would've thought you had a talent for swimming."

"Actually, I'm good at many other things. I could prove it if you're still in doubt."

She followed his direction of gaze and instinctively threw her arms up to cover her chest. The blush returned to her cheeks, only redder, and she felt awfully vulnerable again, especially when her shivering clothless body was within his arm's reach.

With escape back in mind, she feebishly turned around and started for the nearest shore, "No need, I'll just-"

His hand clutched her wrist and he tugged firmly on it, forcing her to face him. He had a beguiling look in his eyes, pleading, demanding, weakening her defenses. She met his stare with one of her own, confused and uncertain. His tone of voice was alluring, "Don't go. The party's just begun."

Party? To hell with this man!

She snapped a vicious look at him, forgetting all about her hidden desires. This man had the nerve to try to coax her into getting into her pants! Well, she technically didn't have any pants, or any type of clothing on for that matter.. Nontheless! She would not fall to this one man's wicked flattery.

She whirled around, words useless in a predicament such as this.

Apparently, anger also didn't work.

This time, as she was pulled back once again, she was pushed up against his wonderfully damp body. They were so close, so close that their faces nearly collided and their chests were but an inch apart. If only Sakura didn't secretly crave the snug feeling Sasuke's rock-hard male body provided then she wouldn't be so tempted to take a brave step forward into his familiar warmth and crush her tingling breasts against his chest.

That would be daring and reckless, indeed.

And Sakura Haruno, heiress of the Haruno fortune, was all about daring and reckless stunts.

Hell, she'd gotten away with her sins once upon an irresistable time, maybe she'd get away with it again.

Mesmerized by his hooded stare, her hands delicately slid up his robust shoulders, slowly and enticingly circling his neck, bringing their bodies dangerously close. His arms locked around her petite waist. Her luscious mouth claiming his soft lips. A kiss that was meant to be savored and enchanting turned into a hunger kiss of raw passion and filled with a forbidden need. How easy it was for their bodies to reach in such a shameless manner. Short and sweet kisses were planted across her jawline, proceeding down to her throat and stopping directly above her cleavage.

She clung to him indecently exposed, yet wanting more. So much more. She needed his strength against her.

Delicate smooth skin met eager gentle fingertips. Her feminine curves molded against steely male structure. Caress after caress, she whimpered in girlish anticipation.

Her hands entwined themselves in his no longer spikey black hair. She kissed and licked and nibbled with all she was worth, oblivious to everything except his scent, his feel, his touch, and his taste.

The extraordinary pleasures building up in his very body left his thick arousal throbbing for release.

All sense of command deserted her with every loving caress, along with the guilty knot that was in her chest. She held no resistance; all she knew was the strong desires his kisses and touch unleashed. At this very moment, she was his sea nymph, divine and sacred; he, her Roman god, glorious and lustful.

A fierce growl sounded within his throat as she rubbed intimately against his body, moving rhythmically to his kiss. So many unspoken sensations, so little shame.

She arched against him in a spinge-tingling pleasure as his warm lips cupped around a taut nipple. She moaned, gasping for breath, basking in his teaseful touch.

His thumbs smoothed over her nipples back and forth in an extremely pleasurable motion.

She felt worlds apart from from nature, from Naruto, from the Haruno fortune and even from the river they were in. Everything shrunk to this man and his appealing expertise. The blood beneath her skin boiled with the need for him to take her; right there, right now. Make her sensual suffering end.

She shuddered as he brought his fingers down to her soaked folds. She urged him to touch her there, trembling against his fingers. Naturally, he complied to her silent demands and parted her lips, toying with her bud, the part of her womanly body that tingled with moisture.

She gave whimpers of encouragement, blind to her own surroundings. What she wanted was her damn release, and if he kept bringing her to her peak every now and then, she was going to explode.

He, who enjoyed teasing her to sexual frustration, nearly forgot of his own resolution. His arousal begged for her inner warmth. The way she writhed helplessly against his body pleasured him greatly. He'd never felt a pleasure this intense, this uncontrollable. It surprised even a man who was no stranger to the naughty deeds an unmerciful aroused woman inflicted upon her handsomely rich victims.

Good God, Sakura was no woman. Unmerciful and aroused, yes, but just a woman? Psh.

She was a damned sex-goddess. One who he'd worship day and night. Mostly night. Created from the scandalized sins of Sasuke Uchiha, the devil incarnate. Hell, if this was a punishment from the Almighty himself, he'll gladly repent for as long as he shall sin. And the sinful days of an Uchiha are never over.

His vision became hazy from the unearthly pleasure, and all he could do was feel. All he could feel was Sakura, and his shaft begging for the heartstopping release. But, mostly Sakura.

It would be so easy to relieve himself of his self-torture. One good thrust and the suffering would be all over, for the both of them. And she'd be all his.

"Sakura."

The world came crashing down upon the two as his voice, heavy with pleasure, whispered against the crook of her neck. Her eyes shot open in sudden realization. She broke apart from their sweaty embrace, breathing heavily. Onyx eyes bore deeply into hers. He too, was gasping for air as if he'd ran a marathon. There came a silent exchange before she left the water and its sexy occupant.

Despite what just happened, she still bothered to use her hands to hide her modesty, carefully avoiding direct eye contact.

Sasuke, on the other hand, smirked, also heading to his side of the river, opposite hers, "Why hide what I've already seen, felt, and tasted?"

She put up her best glare, quickly dressing, "Your arrogance angers me on all levels.

He didn't if he drowned, she looked up.

What a site.

A completely bare-arsed man climbing out of a river.

Curse this damn magnificent creature.

He turned, catching her in her trance. A smile of triumph was directed her way, "Well, well. Sakura, you naughty girl. I'll be more than happy to let you marvel at these wondrous features for a fair price."

She couldn't believe what nonsense he was saying. What an outrageously conceited man!

She scowled, "Have you no shame?"

He slid on his pants, "None at all."

She rolled her eyes, "Pity. There is not one decent bone in your body."

He put on his shirt, "And you, my pretty, are entirely made up of decent bone. What is that saying? 'Opposite attract.' "

She threw her hands up in exasperation and turned on her heels. No point in arguing with an unreasonable man.

Sasuke Uchiha. Unreasonable.

The man who drove her senseless.

She couldn't quite believe it herself, let alone wanted to, but it was true.

As she left the riverside, he called out to her in a cheerful tone, "That was a great swim. We should do this again sometime. Perhaps several other times."

Her head shook in rejection, but she found herself smiling.

Sakura wished she had stayed back there where Sasuke somehow always made her not think. Now that she was alone, had all this time and silence to think, the tingles from his sensational caresses returned to haunt her shaking body.

She had definitely comitted another sin with the same sinful man, and she had gotten away with it. Barely. How close was she to actually allowing him to take her?

She ran her fingers through her damp hair, just realizing how easily he could have taken advantage of the opportunity - and how willing she was to let him.

A bottomless pool, a naked woman, and a sinister Roman god.

He, who had caught her bathing, would have stolen her maiden's virtue.

Then again, it wasn't like she had a virtue to steal anyway.