My Snippets: Part 2

"No Touching my Wife"

"Put your hands on my wife, lose them."

Possessive, protective CEO Sasuke and his supermodel wife, Sakura. A modern, SHORT snippet. AU. Unedited. 18+ content. Sasuke's POV.

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"Put your hands on my wife," I tell the idiot, his wrist being crushed by my fist, "... and you're losing them." My wife of three years rolled her jade eyes at my "alpha display", and crossed her delicate arms viciously across her bosom; her perfectly-manicured, pink brows and ruby-red painted lips downcast in a disapproving frown.

The front of her tight red dress crinkled slightly, giving me a nice view of her creamy skin.

'Fuck.'

If I was a lesser man, my immediate reaction to seeing her like this, the tightening in my pants, would've been evident to everyone in the vicinity.

But I, Sasuke Uchiha, was no ordinary man.

Just like my wife, Sakura Uchiha, was no ordinary woman.

"L-look, man...," the guy pleaded, forcing my intense gaze back to him, as he wrapped his free hand around my wrist, attempting to free himself from my grasp. "I'm just trying to put the little microphone on her for the interview. I w-wasn't trying to cop a f-feel... I-I swear!"

"Tsk. Bastard."

"Calm down, darling." Sakura says, rolling her eyes again and stepping forward to place her hands gently across my bicep. Her touch is immediately soothing, calming some of my agitation and my grip loosens slightly; but only just. My gaze never leaves this man as I lift my free hand up to rip the offending object from his grasp.

"I'll do it," I say before shoving him backwards. He scurries away from us, intent on fleeing the scene as quickly as he possibly can but not quite quick enough as he tripped over his own two feet in his haste. The whole news crew, who'd been silently observing us, quickly looked away when I met their gazes.

It almost makes me smile; almost.

I turn towards my wife and smirk as she simply scowls at me. "That was unnecessary. You've probably scared him to death...," she hissed, her tone meant to be lethal while I moved to place the microphone on the inside of her dress. "Sasuke-kun, you have to stop being so—"

"Nobody..," I whispered deeply after pulling her closer, my lips inches away from her right ear while my arm wrapped possessively around her waist, "... touches what's mine."

"Hmph. Idiot."

I did smile then; being hidden in the crook of her neck as I placed a dominating kiss there. She might seem pissed at me but I knew, just by the way she melted against me, that she secretly liked it. She craved my possessive side.