Perfection Broken

Chpt 9 Mine

“Stay the hell away from me.”

Sesshomaru frowned, but ignored the pale woman as he stepped towards he slowly and purposefully—he was going to have her one way or another—she'd just have to accept it.

“You would do better to consider your place.”

“My place? What is this—medieval Japan? I don't even know you!”

“You will momentarily.”

Kagome was fighting hard with herself. It was quite obvious that the man outlined in the pale moonlight was the same man that had seen right into her soul the other day—Rin's husband-to-be. Or now ex-husband-to-be. His eyes, his hair, his mouth, his...now that she was close enough, she could get it...his smell...All were exciting her beyond compare, but this was so wrong on so many levels that she refused to process anything other than the desperate need to get out and get away.

“Whoever you are...”

“Sesshomaru. I am Taisho Sesshomaru. You may call me Sesshomaru-sama.”

Kagome didn't have enough time to edit what popped out of her mouth. Thinking back, she probably should have kept her thoughts to herself.

Oh, fuck this shit...

“You have GOT to be out of your damned mind.”

Sesshomaru had gotten many things from women in the past—incredulity, lust, desire, submission...but never blatant disrespect. And this woman seemed to be completely oblivious to the fine line she was treading. Did she not know to whom she was speaking?

Kagome watched as Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes and lowered his gaze from aroused to vengeful, causing the little hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end. She was in a nightshirt—no shoes, no bobby pins, no nothing to help her defend herself. Kagome searched the room wildly and groaned. That little impressive leap of hers had landed her right into a corner. The only thing that there was was a window leading out to a balcony on her left, but she knew it would be locked. And even if she had enough time to unlock it, where would she go? She was not Jennifer Garner and this was definitely not an episode of Alias.

“Come here.”

“No.”

“I will not repeat myself, woman.”

“I didn't ask you to.”

Sesshomaru was now moving from thoroughly annoyed to highly pissed. The woman had a comeback for everything. Were all mikos this abrasive?

“You do not know the meaning of silence.”

“So I've been told.”

Goddamnit!

Sesshomaru lunged and captured the young woman by the elbow, jerking her towards him. She shrieked and kicked him squarely in the shins, dropping him to his knees.

I got'im!

But Sesshomaru would not be defeated so easily. Now positively growling with rage, he caught the offending leg at the ankle and jerked Kagome's entire frame upwards to slam her bodily into the wall. Kagome's head and back connected squarely with unforgiving plaster and she whimpered lowly at the throbbing pain that crossed her eyes. Sesshomaru had stood up and had her pinned tightly against the wall with one leg at a thirty degree angle and the opposite arm pushed into her body tightly. Kagome could flail a bit, but she couldn't move.

“Let me go.”

It was a whisper coming off of her lips, and Kagome could tell that it would have absolutely no affect on the murderous-looking man in front of her.

“No. Be silent.”

“Fat chance.”

Sesshomaru slammed her against the wall again and Kagome whimpered, but kept her peace. She could feel the hot anger in him as he moved forward slower, stalking his prey, until he was mere millimeters from her face, her lips...

“You have just made things far worse for yourself, woman. I would suggest that you remain quiet through what will happen next.”

'What will happen next'? What is he...

Sesshomaru scooted Kagome along the wall until she rested just slightly above him—her nipples at his face level, hips to his chest. Kagome could hear him fumbling—a mild rustling ocurring, and then she yelped as long tapered fingers brushed against her panty-clad core.

“NO! STOP! I DON'T—”

Kagome lost her breath as Sesshomaru body slammed her again. She was beginning to get an intense headache and the world was mildly spinning before her eyes. She knew she'd have a large knot on the back of her head tomorrow...

“I told you to BE SILENT!”

Sesshomaru punctuated by slamming Kagome's chest into the wall again, knocking the breath out of her. Her head was ok, thank Kami, but she knew she couldn't take too many more of his WWE moves.

Kagome felt the fingers again as they moved aside her already torn nightgown and brushed again at her core. She had to stop this, he had to see...

“Please...Sesshomaru-sama...,” Kagome used the honorific in hopes of gaining some sympathy, “...I don't want this...”

Sesshomaru advanced even further on the small woman, until he could feel the heat of her body penetrating through his clothes. She was trembling ever-so-slightly, a mixture of adrenaline and fear heightening her smooth and spicy natural scent. How he longed to dive into her scent, her sweetness...images of feasting on her womanhood as she shivered and screamed his name flashed so vividly across his mind that he nearly lost his ironhold grip on her body. But first things first...

“I think you do.”

Kagome gasped as he dropped her on his hand, the forefinger pressing hard against the nub of her clitoris while his other fingers rested flat against her entrance and pushed in slightly. The cotton of her panties rubbed against her stiffly, and she moaned inadvertantly at the sensation of roughness against her softest, most intimate parts.

“N-no...”

Kagome's eyes began to roll back into her head as her body rocketed from cold to unbearably hot. Sesshomaru rocked her on his hand harder, feeling the wetness in her panties overflow onto his hands, wetting them with slick juices and heated desire. Her hand—the hand clutching his wrist to break it free—was trembling as her entire body shook with need. Using his hips to brace her against the wall, Sesshomaru slowly dipped his hand into his pants to free his painful erection, shifting aside fabric to position himself against the girl's now well-lubricated entrance.

“...no...I...please...”

“miko...”

“...nooooooo...”

“Sesshomaru! That is enough.”

Sesshomaru growled and yanked away quickly from the trembling woman—his trembling woman—as Inuyasha stepped into the doorway, bringing in the harsh yellow light of the hallway. This was none of his concern—he knew that.

He also knew that there would be a price for this interruption.

“I expect an explanation in the morning.”

Inuyasha snorted as Sesshomaru left. He knew that he shouldn't have been there—he should've stayed out of it and let Sesshomaru have his way, but...

“Please, please tell me you're going to let me go...”

Inuyasha felt badly about this. He had returned from “searching” for the girl with her friend only to hear her fighting off Sesshomaru's advances—literally. But he couldn't let her go anymore than he could postpone the inevitable. The girl was slumped on the floor where she had fallen from being forcibly finger fucked through her panties. She looked frail and scared in her ripped gown and disheveled hair. She looked...

...beautiful...

“I...am here to help you adjust...”

She opened her mouth and he crossed to her and pinched the nerve in her neck before she could scream, cradling her limp form against his as he contemplated his next move. She was so warm...so soft...

“I'm sorry...I cannot take what is Sesshomaru's, koi...I can only take what is mine...”

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~TBC~