Chapter 6

Disclaimer: I want to reiterate that this story will have a SasuHina ending. This chapter is a little dark and points in a direction where that isn't the truth.

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-Hinata's POV-

The moment we returned to my room at the hotel, I kicked off my shoes and took the tall bottle of tequila from Toneri, who stood near the door with an amused expression. I rolled my eyes at him as I used one of the disposable cups the hotel room offered and poured myself a drink. The white-haired man snickered as he removed his shoes more calmly.

I glanced at the bag. It had a few mixers, but when I glanced at Toneri again, I decided not to bother. Sitting at the small dining table, I took a large drink, wincing slightly at the burn in my throat when I swallowed.

"I've gotta admit. I didn't take you for the drinking type."

Wordlessly, I sipped my drink, watched him grab some clothing from his suitcase, and disappear into the bathroom. The moment the door shut, I sat straighter and stared at the table wide-eyed.

You can do this, Hinata. Just keep drinking, and maybe you'll black out. Then you won't even remember anything! Nodding to myself, I eagerly tossed back the rest of my drink and poured another glass.

Toneri reappeared maybe ten minutes later, appearing to have taken a quick shower. He laughed as he approached, "Pour one for me, will you? I need to be quick about it to catch up."

Mumbling half-drunkenly, I grabbed another glass and did as he asked, "You'll be lucky if I don't spit in it, asshole."

He fell heavily into the other chair at the small table. A towel was around his shoulders that he was using to dry one side of his hair. He had on some black sweatpants but didn't bother with a shirt.

Icy blue eyes narrowed as his grin widened further, "I'll still drink it if you do."

The two glasses of straight liquor began to hit me quickly, giving me the courage to bite back at him, "If you think I'm gonna panic because you don't have a shirt on, you're wrong. I don't even like you a little." Glaring angrily, I slid his glass over to him and returned to sipping mine.

"You look so cute when you're mad, Hinata," Toneri mused before surprising me by downing the entire glass in one go.

When he sat it down, he gestured for me to refill it, appearing unaffected by the liquor's burn, "Come on, then. I said I was gonna catch up, didn't I?"

Only becoming grumpier, I poured the tequila and watched as he took an average drink this time. Then the white-haired man leaned an elbow on the table and rested his chin on his fist, "So, tell me about my new fiance." I simply took another drink, eyes narrowed as I tried to emote my dislike for him.

The man seemed to expect this and took another sip, "I suppose you want to get right to it, then? Okay-" "What do you want to know?" I cut him off.

It's going to take more than two glasses for me to be drunk enough to not remember whatever happens tonight. He watched as I poured myself a third glass, eyes following my movements carefully, "Is tequila your favorite type of alcohol?"

Shaking my head, I muttered, "It's my least favorite. I wouldn't want to ruin something I like with a memory of you."

Rather than get angry or annoyed, Toneri chuckled, "So you like darker liquors, then? Interesting. What else is there?" He paused to take a drink, and I mirrored the act.

"What's your favorite movie?"

"Pride and Prejudice."

"Classic romance. That doesn't surprise me in the slightest."

We both drank again.

My vision was getting blurry now and then, meaning I was finally on my way to being more than tipsy. Honestly, I could probably finish this glass, cut off, and likely not remember a thing come tomorrow, but I can't stop drinking, or Toneri will think I'm ready to go. So, I'll milk this one while the other two glasses continue kicking in, and hopefully, by the time it's done, I'll mentally be somewhere far away.

"Aren't you gonna ask me anything?"

He knew very well that I wasn't and was only trying to get a rise out of me. He was successful.

Scoffing, I tilted my head and offered a disgusted expression, "You're a rude and selfish man who threatened me so I'd have sex with him. I don't need or want to know anything else."

A small bout of satisfaction warmed my chest when Toneri's grin faltered. He quickly replaced it, changing the subject, "What's your favorite position?"

Blush heated my face more than the alcohol, and I nervously tossed back the rest of my drink in an attempt to delay answering such a personal question. Toneri refilled my glass with a knowing smirk.

"You can tell me yours if it means I don't have to answer."

The man sucked in some air through his teeth, wagging a finger playfully, "Now, Babe, how am I supposed to make you feel good if you don't tell me what you like?"

We held one another's gaze for a long and silent moment, mine in a glare and his gleaming with amusement. Finally, I'd had enough of his casual flirting, "It doesn't matter. Knowing it's you and not Sasuke ruins it for me."

Toneri's grin instantly fell at the mention of Sasuke, and he warned me, "Answer the question, or I'll pull up the photos of you and that Uchiha brat, and we'll figure out what you like from those."

A sour taste met my tongue. Defeated, I gave in. With my face hot and my eyes averting down into my glass, I admitted, "W-We didn't get the chance to try that many, so I don't have a favorite."

The man remained silent for so long that I had to look up to gauge his response. He stared at me over his glass as he took a sip, his expression unreadable. For a few minutes, we drank quietly. To my surprise, when he broke the silence, his tone wasn't nearly as condescending, "You look pretty when you blush, by the way. Now I know why you've got everyone wrapped around your little finger."

More quickly than I'd hoped, Toneri got to his feet and offered me one of his hands. I cursed myself for eating as much as I did because it was stopping the alcohol from taking over. I'm still much too conscious of my actions. When I gingerly accepted the man's hand, he pulled me to my feet. He leaned in to kiss me, and I squeezed my eyes closed in panic.

After a pause, he spoke more softly than before, "This doesn't have to be as hard as you're making it, you know. We're doing it just for pleasure, no emotions involved. Wouldn't you rather try to enjoy it instead of suffering because you're unhappy it's me? Besides, you and Uchiha are broken up, so it's not like you're cheating."

My mind reeled. Just yesterday, he glared at me and threatened to tell my father lies that would ruin multiple people's lives. Now he's acting like it's his goal to make sure I'm not uncomfortable throughout the process.

It was so confusing in my drunken state that I could only stand there as he reached behind me to carefully unzip my dress. My eyes shot open to lock onto his when his fingers brushed against the skin of my lower back, "Y-Your hands are cold…." The corner of Toneri's lips twitched as though he wanted to smile, but he didn't say a word. Instead, he helped my arms out of the dress's sleeves before allowing the fabric to slide off my skin and to the floor around my feet.

The icy blue of his eyes bled in my blurry vision. Officially drunk, I lost my balance and had to grab his shoulder to prevent falling. Cold hands guided me to the bed. A great sigh of relief left my chest when my head hit the pillows.

"Do you like foreplay, Hinata?"

My vision focused long enough for me to remember who I was with and where I was, but I was too drunk to realize the seriousness of the situation. When I didn't respond, the white-haired man above me offered, "Just tell me if there's something you don't like, then." I felt my legs part, and something warm and solid pressed against me.

My eyes slid closed sleepily, a slight sound of surprise rumbling my chest when I felt lips against the crook of my neck. A twitch jolted me when cold fingers slid beneath me, maneuvering my back into an arch so they could unclasp my bra. "Sorry, I'm trying to warm them up." I hummed softly, arching my neck when his breath tickled my skin. Half-awake, I fell in and out of focus until I felt fingers press against me. My eyes shot open as I gasped in surprise.

"You're quite wet for someone who insists she won't enjoy herself."

The voice in my ear made my teeth grate, and I groaned, pushing him down and away from my face with my hands on his shoulders. The soft sound of a chuckle floated in the air. Fingers hooked around my underwear, and the warmth against me disappeared momentarily as the last piece of my clothing was removed.

"I never suspected you'd have a body like this, Hinata. How have you managed to hide it all this time?"

"Shut up, asshole," I drunkenly slurred, wrapping my arms around myself because it was cold in the room without clothing.

My body was lifted slightly, and then a blanket was magically over me. So, I pulled the covers up to my chin and relaxed, intending to sleep now that I was comfortable. A wet, hot heat came between my legs suddenly. I woke up instantly, a surprised moan leaving my lips as I realized I'd forgotten who I was with again.

Mortified, I clenched my teeth and glared up at the ceiling while trying to remain quiet. It felt amazing in my drunken state, but I couldn't let him know that, or he'd think I was happy he was doing this. I wish it didn't feel good because being offered pleasure by a man I dislike makes me feel guilty and confused.

Each time I thought he was about to stop and move on to whatever was coming next, Toneri would continue eagerly as though trying to prove me wrong. Tears welled in my eyes, and I frantically grasped handfuls of the sheets as my insides churned and coiled.

My previously cold skin warmed to the point that I was nearly sweating, and the blanket was down around the white-haired man's shoulders. My ability to hold back was laughable because of how much tequila I'd drunk, so a tortured moan passed my lips moments later, my back arching off the bed.

Closer….

Closer….

Just as I was about to climax, the tongue between my legs disappeared. Panting for breath, confused, and on edge, I propped myself on my elbows and saw Toneri smiling at me, "You're being more honest than I expected."

A frustrated groan left my mouth, "I hate you."

Icy blue eyes narrowed, but my mouth opened slightly when he reached down to massage me with his fingers so I wouldn't lose any progress while he tormented me, "I can't help it. Your face looks so cute right now."

I fell back to the mattress, glaring at the ceiling. That is until I felt him rub against me, up and down between my legs. Humiliated, I tried to stop him, "N-No, at least use a condom!"

"We're to be married. Besides, I know you're on birth control."

Then Toneri was sliding inside. I was disgusted, but my body wasn't following my thoughts anymore. As he pressed into me further until he was fully sheathed, the man hissed and came down to hold himself up with one hand to the mattress.

Even though I was trashed, I still noticed the change in his voice. It was more forced than before. "You're so tight…."

Toneri began moving, and my body began betraying me. A soft and breathy "No!" left my lips with each thrust of the man's hips. The word morphed into moans as the pressure in my lower abdomen grew. His free hand grasped my breast, his breath hitting my face as he watched me squirm beneath him. Tears welled in my eyes, and I squeezed them shut as I tried to fight against the pleasure.

"Cum, Hinata. It's okay. Let me feel it."

My hands fumbled to grab onto his shoulders as my muscles flexed and tightened, inches from the edge. The man's hand moved from my breast to my waist, holding me more firmly so he could thrust harder and keep me still beneath him. A cry escaped my lips as my body gave in. My nails dug into his skin as I bit down on the sound and threw my head back. The man froze, pressed deeply inside to feel my walls spasm and squeeze around him.

When it passed, I was sweaty and breathless.

Without warning, I was forced onto my hands and knees and felt him reenter at the new angle. My eyes opened to lock onto the pillows as my body shook with each rough thrust of the man's hips.

Unsure of what to do, I kept my mouth sealed and tried to wait it out. Apparently, Toneri wasn't a fan of that plan because he pressed his hand flat in the middle of my spine, "This one's new to you, right? I'll teach you. First, arch your back like this."

I begrudgingly obeyed, if only to make this go more smoothly and end quicker. Immediately, I felt the difference. Panicking, I argued, "D-Don't-" "Next, you can either part your legs like this or press them together. Personally, I prefer this. Does it feel good?"

The man parted my legs further so he could press his knees to the mattress on the inside of mine. This made it easier for my back to arch further and for him to hit a deeper spot within me. A breathy gasp left my lips each time his hips hit my bottom when he'd thrust in.

"It…. It's not-" "Lastly, and this is only when you really want your partner to feel good, you can relax your arms." When I didn't act out his instruction, he sighed, "Don't play coy." The hand on my back grabbed my shoulder and pressed me down until I hit the mattress. His cock hit something specific at the new angle, and an uncontrollable moan passed my lips.

A chuckle left the man's mouth as he straightened his spine and removed his hands from me altogether, "You liked that, didn't you? Should I be rougher? Or was it because I was being dominant? Maybe both…."

I could only press my forehead to the bed and pray that he was close because if he did this much longer, my body might start to give in again. I really don't want that to happen.

A shocked cry left my lips when Toneri came down, grabbed both of my wrists and pulled my arms behind me so I was no longer against the mattress. Then he sped up the speed he was moving up. He went faster and faster, the small sounds I emitted getting louder.

When I was almost at my limit, he moaned and fell backward to lay down, pulling and lifting me up as he did so I was straddling his hips. My breath left my body in short, fast gasps as I remained still, stunned by his sudden position switch. The man moved his hips slowly, my arms remaining behind me as he held them tightly.

I looked down at my body. Since I was slightly leaned back, I was forced to adjust from being on my knees to my feet so I wouldn't lose balance or pull a muscle. The angle made it possible for me to actually watch what was happening between my legs, and I couldn't look away for some reason.

"Let me go."

Toneri's voice was raspy with arousal as he continued moving beneath me, "It's too late to go back now, Babe. I'm almost there."

I squeezed my eyes closed and tugged against his hold on my wrists, "Let go, and I'll do it. I-I don't like this position." Surprisingly, he obeyed. When my arms were free, I slid him out of me and turned around to face him before allowing him to reenter.

You're almost done, Hinata. Just one last push, and it'll finally be over.

Allowing my thoughts to encourage me, I bashfully pressed my hands against Toneri's stomach for balance as I leaned forward slightly and began moving my hips. Icy eyes watched my every move. I did everything I could not to meet his gaze and to make him feel good so he'd climax and this unwanted tryst could end.

I was snapped out of my focused thoughts when the man beneath me moaned, his hands grabbing my wrists again, "You were just being bashful earlier, weren't you? This is…." He trailed off, reopening his eyes to lock onto mine. Then he was finishing. I couldn't react quickly enough, and he caught my hips to hold me still when I tried to get off of him so he wouldn't cum inside.

Drunk and exhausted, I collapsed onto the bed beside Toneri when he finally let go. My eyes slid closed as I gasped for air, immediately beginning to fall asleep. It could've been ten seconds later, or it could've been ten minutes, but I was roused by the feeling of my legs being parted again.

I looked up and saw Toneri lining himself up and groaned, weakly trying to kick him away and failing miserably, "Stop it; I'm tired."

He didn't listen and entered, pressing my knees to spread my legs further as he leaned over me with a look of focus, "I'll do everything, so just lay there for me, Baby. Go to sleep if you want. I'll take good care of you."

Groaning, I closed my eyes, "I'm not gonna do that, and you know it. Hurry up so I can go to bed."

Toneri chuckled, releasing my legs so he could grasp my hands and pin them to the bed under his, our fingers interlocked. His breath tickled my ear as he whispered, moving slowly between my legs, "You're not nearly as boring as I thought you'd be. This marriage thing might not be so bad after all."

My eyes crept open to see white hair and a shoulder as he thrusted into me, taunting me softly with whispers in my ear, "Who knows, maybe we'll even come to love one another. It'd be nice if so, huh?" My fingers curled around his hands as he hit the right angle, my chest pressing up against his as the air left my body.

"Ah, found it, didn't I?"

Toneri hit the same spot repeatedly until moans drunkenly filled the air with each thrust of his hips. "That's a beautiful sound. Tell me how much you love it, Hinata." He pulled back to meet my eye again, looking smug with victory as I was filled to the brim with self-hate, and he pressed his lips against mine.

Tears overflowed, running down the sides of my face to fall into my messy hair.

Sasuke's never going to forgive me when he finds out about this, even if I didn't have a choice in the matter.

A groan ached in my throat when I woke in the morning. Without even opening my eyes, I could tell I was sporting a massive hangover.

"Are you awake?"

Wincing, I opened my eyes enough to see Toneri sitting beside me with a laptop on his lap. The blanket was pulled to his hips, but I could tell he hadn't dressed yet. Tears welled up in my eyes as my face burnt hot. I pulled the blanket up to cover me more securely before turning my back to the white-haired man, choking back my sobs as my chest tightened.

I'm not drunk anymore. Nothing is desensitizing me of the emotions that being in this room with Toneri brought. Squeezing my eyes closed, I felt hot tears roll down to drip onto the pillow. I remember parts of last night, not everything, but even a single moment was too much.

"Oh, come on, Babe. Don't cry. You'll make me feel bad."

The anger I felt last night was gone, leaving me broken and full of self-hate. If that wasn't the case, I'd likely give Toneri a piece of my mind right now. After what he did, what we did, last night, the fact that he was flirting with me as though I was just another girlfriend left me awestruck. Yes, he's an asshole. My fiance's selfish and greedy, but he's still human. I thought he'd show mercy and at least make it quick last night, but that wasn't the case. No, he did whatever he wanted to me because, in his eyes, it was his right.

My chest shook as I fell into sobs, pulling the blanket up to my nose to muffle the sound. I heard the man behind me close his computer before the bed moved. Cold fingers brushed gently over my waist, making my eyes shoot open in surprise. Even if his hands were cold, Toneri's body wasn't, and I felt his heat against my back as he lay down.

I was too stunned to move when he kissed between my shoulders and spoke against my skin in a calm voice that didn't even sound like him anymore, "You didn't do anything wrong, Hinata."

"Y-Yes, I did. I really did."

Toneri didn't say anything but also didn't move away. So, I lay there and cried for a long time until a numbness came over me, and I managed to calm down. Maybe an hour after I first woke, I rubbed my eyes and carefully sat up, the room spinning momentarily.

"Do you have plans today?"

I didn't bother responding because the man likely knew everything on my schedule. Monday, three days from now, is when I'll have to start going to the agency each day for lessons and practices and to begin recording Prestige's third, and probably last, album.

Luckily, I'd taken advantage of the long hours on the road during the tour and focused on my songwriting. All that's left is to come up with piano accompaniment to verify everything flows well. Once I do that and fix any issues, I'll be ready to show them to Kakashi and Tenten.

"There's something we need to discuss."

After pulling on a bathrobe and tying it closed so I was no longer naked for his viewing, I turned to face Toneri with a blank face. I'm much too tired and hungover to bother glaring anymore. He gestured for me to sit across from him at the small table, where a nearly empty bottle of tequila sat, still open from last night. Obeying was easier than fighting a useless battle, so I wordlessly crossed my legs and averted my gaze down to the table.

"Where do you want to live until your contract ends?"

My eyes shot up to meet his. I didn't have to wonder what my options were for long because he explained.

"If you move in with me, I'm willing to give you your own room until the wedding if that's what you want. I'm not against staying here, but you won't be able to freely work on your music without bothering the other guests."

I held his gaze and continued waiting for him to give me a third option, the one to return to my home. He seemed to realize this and frowned, "I already told you I'm uncomfortable with you being alone with that Uchiha. If you insist on staying there, I'll have no choice but to join you, and I know that isn't something any of you want."

Sighing depressively, my shoulders sank, "I need to get my keyboard and clothes from the house."

The corner of Toneri's lips twitched, hinting that he was happy with my submissive answer, "Would you rather I send someone to pick them up for you?"

By the look on his face, I could tell he was referring to the guilt-ridden crying session I just had. If there's even a tiny chance I'll run into Sasuke, Toneri's undoubtedly coming along. It's going to be hard enough facing the Uchiha man after what happened last night, but having the very man I betrayed him for along for the experience would be unbearable.

So, I nodded. After last night, I no longer have it in me to fight Toneri. He obviously realized this because he wasn't putting on airs or taunting me like before.

I excused myself from the table and locked myself in the bathroom to shower and prepare for the day. Steam filled the room by the time I stepped under the scolding water. It burnt my skin, but I could barely feel the pain as I rested my forehead against the shower wall and closed my eyes.

Last night affected me far more than I'd foreseen. It's like Toneri stole the defiance from my body. Now I'm just defeated.

I lost.