Chapter 51. Repossession
Akane didn't get time to stand up, let alone start running. Vegeta yanked her out of the window seat by the hair only to turn her around and shove her back onto it on her knees.
"What was it you just called me?" he asked with an unsettling little lilt in his low voice.
Akane knew precisely what he meant and answered with brash confidence. "Little lord. And then I told you to wait your turn. Which you did."
"Should I reprimand you for your impertinence, I wonder." Vegeta mused, sounding casual but still emanating that anger. "I have myself to blame for this. I sat back and got comfortable with the certainty that I had you tamed." He let out a soft laugh. "Was I mistaken. You can't be given free reign. Not for a day. I should have made more time for you. A few days without me and you're already forcing me to restate my claims."
The jacket of her crimson body suit was ripped open and the straps of the fabric tore with absurd ease under the forceful hands of her mate.
"That was my favourite suit, you arsehole!" Akane objected livid, but she wasn't all that dissatisfied in truth. His wrath was an incredible delight to her.
"Hush." was all Vegeta wanted to waste on the matter.
He pushed the one piece suit down her body and left it hanging somewhere at her knees, the rest of her body naked but for the crimson armoured gloves. His hands surfaced on her hips where they dug deep into her flesh to hold her in place. He pressed himself hard against her back and his face rubbed down her neck and against her cheek as he affirmed the first of his many claims by covering her with his scent. His dominant growl made her shiver regardless of the two red suns that glared down on her bare skin from behind the window.
"I swear the brat has radar." Vegeta muttered ill-humoured when Aina started a merry gabble inside her cot.
"We are in her sleeping chamber." Akane pointed out reasonably under her quickening breath.
"My arse." Vegeta snarled aggressively. "We stood talking over her for bleeding minutes without her stirring. She is out to make me miserable. And so are you. It ends now. I am done with it."
"Yes, my sweet King. Pray forgive me my insolence." Akane replied dramatically.
He stuffed her face into the window ledge in reply. Hard. Hard enough to make the stone collapse beneath her scarred temple. "Belt up. I am not in the mood for your cheek."
Akane grasped the crumbled window ledge with her gloved hands, ready to harvest what she had engendered in her mate and jubilating his violence.
It proved that it was not yet her time to reap nor his to break her in afresh. Another ki joined them in the nursery and Akane was cut loose by an appalled Vegeta who shouted a foreboding and drawn out: "Boy!"
Her mate really couldn't get a break in life. Akane very nearly fell out of the window seat with laughter. It was that Vegeta had the courtesy to shove her back into it aided by a fist full of her hair, otherwise she would have been on the floor. It was his own fault. It had been sensible of him to order his son to instant transmit himself to Aina in stead of him, the young Prince had popped in on them in the midst of carnal battles a bit too often. It wasn't much use when Vegeta decided to sort her out in the nursery though.
Trunks was of a like mind when he hollered a cheesed off: "But I did as you told me!"
"Give me more lip and I will beat you bloody!" Vegeta called over Akane's ever growing laughter. "And quit the eyeballing. Go play outside."
"Outside where? I don't even know where I am!" Trunks cried his disbelief.
The young Prince had a point. It was his first time visiting Vegetasei and the palace. Her mate really lost his temper then.
"Then go find out!" Vegeta shouted back. "Have a bimble! Seek out Turles to show you around. Be sure to knock before you enter when you find him. And take your sister with you. Go on, boy, off you trot!"
Akane never heard Trunks depart because her laughter would not leave her and her abdomen ached by the time her mate turned his aggression on her again.
"I told you to shut up." Vegeta snapped as he forced her on all fours by yanking her arse up against his relentless pride. "Stop laughing."
Yet Akane laughed all the louder. She threw her head in her neck and bayed her amusement to the sky outside the window. Her sounds were snuffed out when he wrenched her head back, stretching her throat so far that the breath was cut from her windpipe. He squeezed her open and quickly filled her up. It didn't satisfy him and he nudged her with his hips, dealing her a stab of pain in the lower belly. The gasped "Ah." that was drawn from her at this did carry his approval and he set out diligently to force more of those out of her.
"Nothing little about that, is there?" Vegeta wanted to know.
"You told me to shut up." Akane reminded him, straining her voice to sound normal.
She wasn't fooling him because he laughed his filthy laugh again. He ventured to back out of her completely and rived her anew, making her squirm with lust. "You can answer the question."
"Nothing little at all." Akane whimpered.
Vegeta nudged her again. "Does it hurt, little one?"
"It does."
"Good." another spell of lewd laughter. "I will make you hurt more. That was the aim here, right? Get on my nerves so that I would take my revenge? You will have it and I will hear no complaints."
Akane flailed to hold herself as he forced her more conveniently beneath him in the window seat, uncaring of how she was going to keep herself in the awkward position he forced her in. Her head was lodged somewhere into the cushions and her knees gave way to scraping the sharp edges of the stone from which the seat was hewn. He grabbed her arms at the elbows to force them on her back and shackle her like he had done that night he made her his mate. And he fucked her. Fucked her like there wouldn't come another day.
At length Vegeta hauled her in, her shoulders colliding with his chest. The impact robbed her of her breath. He pulled one of her legs further out of the suit at her knees to bend it up to her side and pull it out far as it would go without dislocating her hip joint. Barely. He chose a similar fate for one of her arms which he pulled up and back over his shoulder at the wrist until fire seared through her overstretched triceps. She was utterly helpless while he maneuvered her into this position that defied the very laws of her body and the air would not come back to her as he bounced her up and down in the feral cadence of his repossession. She could almost hear him chant mine, mine, mine with every fast, hard thrust he dealt her. He was restating his claim alright, and he was giving it his best.
"Blood, Vegeta." Akane whimpered. "I get the point. Let me go. You're going to rip off my bleeding arm."
"Shut up, Akane!" Vegeta shouted, furious that she again had the nerve to disturb him during his campaign for dominion. He resumed more softly and lustful then: "Just shut your foul little mouth. If there is anything left of you when I'm done, I will put you in a healing tank."
He resumed shoving himself up her, the sounds he ripped from her sweet to his ears. Her moans of protest and pain and mostly, indeed mostly pleasure. The self-satisfied prat knew her all too well. Akane yielded to him like he needed her to, like she should and she accepted her subjugation without reservations. Her revolt was over.
His victorious laugh was her reward. He eased his motion and slid her neatly up and down against him, making her whirl with pleasure. Her wrist was released so that he could grab her hair and pull her to the side where he would find the defeat in her face. He locked her with those impossible dark eyes, his wonted, proud smirk fixed in place.
"Nice one, ugly. You got me." Akane panted as her fingers came to lace in his hair.
"I got you." Vegeta confirmed in his dark, lustful voice.
His mouth stayed an inch from her parted lips and he left her in starvation for his kiss as they shared hot breaths and reciprocated their sighs of pleasure. He catered to her pining only when she pleaded for it and set out to nip and lick at her lips with his lazy wet kisses that were designed for the one purpose of making her insane.
She stuck to him with all her might and matched his torture, pleased that she was well able to torment him in turn. He clung to her in his own affliction, his powerful hips impelling them to overcome their throes and attain their collective high. Her body grew rigid in those final suffering seconds where she was about to blow and her mate broke away to bear witness of the breath catching in her throat. He slipped his finger into her mouth to fill her up more thoroughly and pulled her lips apart to set free the prolonged whimper that was squeezed from her. Then she came and shattered them into bliss, scattering the countless mindless pieces of them without hopes of reassembly.
"Blind me, Akane." Vegeta breathed in his peak.
Akane had nothing to supply to this than saying his name in return for making it so good to her.
He flopped into the window seat with her, half slumped and occupied with piecing himself back together like her. It didn't take him that long and with his poise came his talent for spotting an opportunity. And why not? They were here now and there was no one disturbing them for the moment. If not now, when?
Akane felt him bloom inside her with satisfying swiftness. He pushed her out of his lap and she turned around to where he sat slumped and fully clothed but for his stonking pride.
Vegeta showed off his white teeth in a provocotive and very attractive smile. "Hop back on, little one. I have some more time to spare on teaching you your place."
Akane obeyed readily, kicked off her battle suit completely and before she was well and good positioned astride him, he took control again and began to drag her back and forth in his lap. She made no more objections. No complaints. She had none. Her mate and his dominance both were perfect.