Forever His | A Kylo Ren Assassin AU

Reality of the Situation

TWs; dub-con, smut, breath play, non-consensual use of a gag, orgasm denial, mentions of terrorism and death.  

"Strip." 

He had, mercifully, released you. Well, more like dropped you on to your bed and told you not to move while he went to go retrieve his bag. When he returned only a few moments later he'd shut and locked the door again while you slowly, cautiously rose to your feet. You thought he would object, but he seemed to have other things in mind. 

Dropping the bag on to your dresser, his gaze never left you. Though he stood several feet away now, you felt just as paralyzed as when he was holding you captive against his chest. You could still sense the anger, the violence rolling off him in waves. That unbridled fury that he worked so hard to keep hidden when he was playing civilian with you was coming apart at the seams. 

When you didn't immediately respond, he sighed deeply. Patience wearing thin. His dark amber colored eyes seemed darker still in the low light, almost black. "Strip. Now, pet. I want you naked." Taking a step towards you that you immediately mirrored backwards, his eyes narrowed dangerously. Threateningly. "Do you need me to do it for you?" 

Though you felt anything but confident, you held your ground on unsteady feet. His being furious or not hadn't changed anything. The fact that you'd gotten caught trying to change the rules of a game you didn't want to play didn't diminish your desire to find level ground to stand on. "And then what?" You flinched at the cold ferocity you faced, but you forced yourself to keep going, "Seriously, Kylo. I'm not going to keep playing some bizarre version of house with you. You've threatened everyone I care about to keep your secrets and I've done that; but that doesn't include giving you control over my life. Or anything else you can't seem to keep your hands off of." 

At least you sounded more confident than you felt. On the inside you felt like you were milliseconds away from disintegrating under the baleful expression on his face. Should you have taken it as a good sign that he hadn't killed you yet? Or was he just playing with his food?

When he finally spoke, it was in a tone so falsely harmless it sent chills up your spine. It was quiet. Reserved. Not rising to your bait yet somehow transparently livid. "I can see now in my efforts not to break you, I've been too lax. Would you like me to explain the reality of your situation to you, pet, so there's no further misunderstanding?" 

How he managed to make such a mundane word sound life-altering was beyond you, but nonetheless you found yourself nodding silently. 

In two long strides he crossed the distance between you, shoving you unceremoniously back on the bed. He climbed on top of you before you could move so much as an inch, straddling you beneath him. His hands caught your wrists, roughly pinning them down to the mattress on either side of your head. He rested just enough of his weight on you to keep you from squirming too much. His legs effortlessly restraining yours. "Much better," he taunted, his grip on your wrists tightening to being just shy of painful. "Do you know what would have happened if your little plan had worked?"

You shook your head. Unfortunately you hadn't given much thought to what would come after, you'd been too focused on just trying to get it to work. 

"My Knights monitor my vitals," his gaze swiveled towards a slim, plain looking metal bracelet on his wrist before returning to yours, "they would have known the second my heartrate slowed to an unusual pace and broken in easier than you'll ever know. At which point they would have drug my unconscious body out of your house in case you'd done something stupid and called and the feds. They also would have drug you out with them, and when I woke from the unplanned nap we would be on a flight to one of my other safehouses where freedom would become nothing more than a fond memory for you."