Contract With the Commander: Kylo x OC

Chapter 6

Kylo Ren

What the fuck was I thinking?!?! I could have just left the Finalizer and gone to some whore house. The rationalization that I might get recognized or contract a disease made sense at the time, but now I feel like a fucking idiot.

Of course, the one time I needed to last longer than thirty seconds, I couldn't. And Quinn works on this ship. On the bridge no less. The bridge that I frequent, especially when I need a word with Hux. I suppose I could disappear to Starkiller, though it's nowhere near ready for comfortable permanent living. Too cold with all the open construction zones.

No, I have to see her again at some point. My only solace is that she'll never see my embarrassment behind my mask. It was so fucking stupid of me to talk myself up like some sex god. I should have been prepared that one squeeze of a warm, wet cunt after four years would send me over the edge. At least I never have to talk to her about it. She got the fucking message that I don't hesitate to let my anger consume me until I'm an unstoppable force of rage and power. She wouldn't put her life on the line like that-

The sensor on my desk beeps once. Someone is outside the blastdoor and I'm sulking so hard that I didn't sense them first. Determination radiates from the body. With a frown, I pull up the security feed on the monitor.

My jaw drops. Apparently she would put her life on the line like that. It's been two days, so this would be our next meeting. But I was very fucking clear that it was over. Her face is set with hard confidence, and she's holding her uniform hat in her hand.

Heat floods my body. Both the kind that makes me want to open the door and bury my cock inside her cunt, and the kind that makes me want to tear this fucking room apart. Instead of doing either, my jaw clamps tight, and I stare at the screen and watch her chest rise and fall. I shake my head, try to focus, and continue watching in silence.

After a minute, she reaches a fist out and pounds on the blastdoor a few times. I hear nothing from this side of the thick metal. She has no idea if I'm in here or not.

Another minute passes, and then disappointment floods through the blastdoor and into my face. Her boots spin, and she stalks off down the corridor.

What in seven hells is wrong with this woman?! I could have killed her the other day. I almost did. And now there's someone on this ship that knows how weak I am.

I need to do something about it.

While I contemplate my dilemma with the navigation officer, I keep myself off the Finalizer as much as I can. I'll either fuck her again and humiliate myself even more, or slice her pretty head from her perfect body, and have to tell Hux why some unknown personnel was alone with me. And if Hux finds out, Snoke finds out.

Which is why I'm standing in the cockpit of the Night Bizzard watching Kuruk land the ship in the middle of a fungi forest on Felucia. The entire planet has been abandoned for years after all the bullshit of the clone wars. But there's an old separatist outpost here, and Snoke is sure that there is valuable information. I'm not optimistic. The whole planet will have already been ransacked a hundred times by now.

The Knights stomp through the humid jungle of fungi behind me, hardly bothered to hide their displeasure. But because I don't have direct proof that it's targeted toward me, I have to ignore it. It's a delicate balance to be their master. If I don't do enough threatening, they walk all over me, but too much and they accidentally die. Fucking assholes.

The outpost looms out of the mist ahead, and I hear a few groans behind me. The building is falling apart. Using comms in my helmet, I say to the Knights, "Ap'lek with me. Cardo, Trudgen and Ushar- scan the perimeter. Kuruk and Vicrul- sweep the post from the back side and work your way toward the command center."