Obi-Wan Kenobi was a Jedi Master, his padawan was the Chosen One, Anakin Skywalker before he had turned to the dark side and became a Sith Lord. His former padawan struck him down after twenty years when the Galactic Empire took down the Republic. Obi-Wan Kenobi lived in exile as a hermit on the planet Tatooine, located in the Outer Rim Territories, hiding from the Galactic Empire. He went by the name Ben for those twenty years, and in that time he had a son who grew up and fell in love with a woman and had me. I was a Kenobi. Granddaughter to a powerful Jedi master, one of the few who had escaped Order 66.

Kylo and I's grandfathers were brothers, they were Jedi's who had fought together. Who had loved one another as family, nothing was supposed to break apart a bond as strong as theirs. Obi-wan had broken the jedi code and had grown attached to his padawan that he had practically raised as a son. It was his attachment that had gotten him killed as Anakin's betrayal had killed him. Thus he became Ben, former Jedi Master. Anakin's secret wife's premonition of death is what broke him, it was the final straw that had turned him to the darker side of the force. Which in turn was what had destroyed him, and everything else was history.

The past few days I had spent training under Captain Phasma, I didn't feel like being around Kylo or the Knights. These past few days I needed to be by myself to figure all this out. To collect my thoughts and give myself time to mull over this information that I had discovered about my biological parents. I had read that journal front to back, analyzed every little single detail but nothing gave me information. The only thing in that journal was the names Baxton and Loreli Kenobi, which must be my parents' names.

Loud heavy footsteps rang throughout my quarters causing me to jump slightly before I realized that Kylo had forced himself in my room. Letting out a sigh, I relaxed into my couch as I debated whether to kick him out or just walk away.

"Why are you avoiding me?"

Too late.

"I'm not avoiding you"

"You've switched your training with Captain Phasma then the Knights, don't think I didn't notice"

"I don't expect anything less from the great Kylo Ren"

"The Supreme Leader has returned from business, he wishes to see us immediately"

Standing from the couch I glanced at the journal that rested on the small coffee table in front of me. Brushing past Kylo, I left my quarters as I knew that Snoke was going to revisit the topic of my bloodline. The bloodline I hadn't told Kylo yet. The red string of fate connected us even more than we had realized as the sins of our grandfather's past ran deep. Guilt weighed heavily on my shoulders as we walked down the corridors together. We needed to talk soon, as this wasn't something I could hide. Not that I was planning to.

"My apprentices," Snoke's booming voice sounded throughout the large cold chamber as Kylo and I stood side by side staring up at our Supreme Leader "How was your trip to A'rth? Did you find the truth of your birth?"

"Yes,"

"And?"

"My grandfather is Obi-Wan Kenobi," Kylo's shock was felt through the force, but it was quickly masked with indifference as he didn't want to tip off the Supreme Leader of our bond "I have a strong lineage of jedi in my blood"

"I sense a new resolve in you"

"I hope I haven't failed you Supreme Leader"

"You have yet to fail me, my apprentice," He wore a smirk before he continued "Discovering your lineage and coming to terms with it you will have succeeded in taking the next step in your training"

"I will not fail you, Supreme Leader"

"Hm, I foresee a bright future ahead of you, for both of you" His gaze flickered to both of us before he settled on me once more "General Hux will brief you on your new assignment" With a dismissal wave the projection flickered out.

We were just now landing on the beach of Canto Bight, the Knights were with both Kylo and I as we made our way to the most grossly lavish, luxurious resort in Canto Bight where we would be staying at until this mission was over. My mission? I would go undercover as an A-class socialite where I would gain the attention of the force users and gather intel on them and report back to General Hux. Kylo and the Knights would act as shadows in case things were to go awry, as this was my mission since I was still a nobody to the galaxy so nobody would recognize me.

"Do you understand what your assignment is?" Stepping out of the bathroom and into my bedroom where Kylo stood with his back turned to me dressed in his black robes.

"I have the details of the entire mission ingrained into my memory Kylo" My wardrobe for tonight consisted of a tight fitting strapless black leather dress that was short and by short I meant if I dropped something I would be flashing my ass to the world. A diamond choker hugged my throat as I wore matching earrings, my makeup consisted of red lips and silver eyeshadow. Glitter was sparkled into my teased high ponytail. I screamed party girl.

Kylo turned towards me as all six knights walked into my room. Vicrul, Trudgen and Cardo were dressed in expensive black suits as they would be my shadows for tonight. Trudgen let out a low whistle as his bright blue eyes eyed me hungrily, while Cardo ran a hand through his brown hair averting his eyes from looking at me for too long.

"She's mine," Kylo snapped harshly as he didn't even bat an eye at his brothers, whipping my head towards him I watched as he stood in front of me with a predatory gleam in his eyes. Grabbing my long coat he thrusted it into my arms as he stared at me with an expectant look. "Put it on now"

"No, I'm going to the club" Throwing the jacket onto the bed I levelled a glare with him "You don't wear jackets on the dance floor"

"You need to go change then" Grabbing me he turned me around and pushed me towards the bathroom, digging my black heels into the carpet I pushed against him

"I was given a mission and I will complete it whether you like it or not as the Supreme Leader expects me to complete it without failure"

"Leave us" He snapped with a huff as all six men left the room as they didn't need the force to know that Kylo was beyond furious at me. I didn't care.

A growl erupted from his chest as he ripped himself away from me and began pacing the large and lavish bedroom. With tight fists he ran through his hair and yanked at the ends, his large muscled chest heaving, leather boots pounding against the white tiled floor. Kylo emitted control and power. Underneath his skin was a passionate rage.

"Can't you just do as you're told?"

"I was given this mission and I will see through it whether you like what I'm wearing or not, I don't see why you have such an issue with it"

Kylo always brought out the darker parts of me, the parts of me that had begun to grow when I had taken his hand and joined the dark side with him. Stopping he whipped his head towards me, with a crazed look in his eye he had cornered me up against the wall. A gasp of surprise had left my lips, his huge towering figure pressing up against my smaller frame, with one hand he had my wrists pinned above my head. His hot breath fanned over my face as his eye twitched, nudging my legs apart with his knee, he pushed himself into me. That insatiable hunger lit a fire as my pussy throbbed, I could feel his arousal press into my pelvis. It made my mouth water as my mind strayed, wondering what he looked like and if he was just as big as he felt.

From day one I should have been afraid of Kylo Ren, but something was always drawing me towards him like a magnetic pull as I couldn't bring myself to stop. Even now, with him staring at me as if he wanted to eat me up whole. Instead that same hot sexual tension filled the atmosphere as I found myself wanting to give into him. To give into the temptation, to give into the raw sexual primal desire I had for Kylo. He had these predatory urges that had me struggling to breathe. He was dangerous. Kylo Ren had this sick, twisted fixation for me. He saw me as a possession.

"K-kylo…" A small whimper left my lips but that was all it took as Kylo bared his teeth towards me. A loud sharp moan left my lips at the feeling of his teeth sinking deep into the junction of my neck before he began sucking on the small patch of flesh, I could feel myself become aroused as my panties were most likely soaked already as I grinded my cunt against his bent leg as he kept my legs apart. "P-please…"

"Please what kitten?" Planting several kisses over the bruised flesh, his left hand grabbed my thigh as he rubbed lazy circles into my hot skin.

Kriff, the arrogant prick wants me to beg

"Make me cum again"

"Hmmm...no" Letting out an outraged cry I thrashed against his hold, he merely let out a dark chuckle as he continued kissing my neck unfazed by the fact that I was growing angry. "I told you before that I will not take your disobedience, submit to me and I'll gladly give you anything that your heart desires kitten" His words held a dark promise in them as he peered at me with a slightly crazed look

"Then let go of me you fucking arrogant prick!"

"Such foul words shouldn't leave those pretty lips of yours" Kylo nipped at my collarbone as a my breathing became shaky as I wondered what it would be like to have his mouth all over my body

"Be a good kitten and change out of that dress before I rip it off your body"

"Fuck you" Using the force I channeled my frustration and anger to push him away as I toook the small oppertunity and slipped out from his grasp, grabbing my lightsaber I pointed it at him as it ignited "I will see you later tonight as I have to find and seduce a force user" Kylo's anger switched quickly to amusement as he smirked at me, if I didn't have other things to focus on then I would have gladly played this sick game of his. Deactivating my weapon, I turned and left my bedroom quickly before he changed his mind and stopped me again.

When she walked her hips swayed in the most delicious way, her long creamy legs were exposed in that leather dress she wore. He couldn't look away nor could he move from the spot he found himself rooted to. Keeping his gaze on the way her body moved so seductively slow as she looked relaxed, without a single care in the world. He was utterly fixated by her. She was a pretty thing.

His pretty thing.

Since he had left her on that godforsaken planet for the resistance scum to claim her. To claim what was his. Kylo had become transfixed on her. Waiting for her return was absolute hell, as the only glimpses of her he had gotten were through their force bond. Anticipation wracked his body as he couldn't wait to see her, the pretty thing that was the main focus of his thoughts. He desperately wanted to see the source of his fixation. His pretty little thing that was a spitfire.

In such a short span of time he had become protective of her, and in a sick twisted way he was obsessed with her. Since she returned back to him, he found himself watching her much more closely then he had before. The way she would furrow her eyebrows when she was confused or the way she chewed on her plump bottom lip when she was lost in thought. It was the small things he had begun to notice about her.

She felt so small and fragile in his arms when he held her that night as he promised to always come back to her. A promise he meant. Her doubts and insecurities regarding her training had made him angry as she was exceeding both his and Snoke's expectations. Stronger and more in control then they had both originally believed her to be. She was young, powerful and dangerous. Something she had yet to realize about herself.

Looking down at his hand, he tightened his fist. Thoughts of his hand slipping around her pretty slender neck had him groaning, as his thoughts wandered to how beautiful she looked with his hand wrapped around her pale throat. What had happened in the war room was just to claim that she was his. To show that man that he couldn't take what was his, that nobody could touch his pretty thing. Her wet dream was still vividly playing through his head and she wanted him. She had dreamed of him taking her, of claiming her. Of him calling her his kitten. Then the way she tasted. She tasted so sweet, so tart, so unique, and yet so ravishing.

His control was slipping.

Ever since The blood vow, he was losing it. He was slipping into this dark abyss of obsession. He was becoming fixated on her and it took everything in him to control himself from pinning her up against a wall and plowing into her.

Her submission to him wasn't in the way he wanted, she submitted everything to him in the name of honoring the art of war. The blood vow she had made to him curved his dark desires for now. Those beautiful words of declaration of being his before she drank his blood. That stirred something in him. She was hauntingly beautiful, the way she had stood, oozing confidence in front of everybody as she declared herself as his. It wasn't the submission he truly desired, but it would curb his desires until he could truly have her. He wanted her submission to be her getting on her knees and wrapping her pretty lips around him and sucking him dry. Those gorgeous dark eyes staring up at him, pleading, as her hands wrapped around him.

Fuck.

She was so delicate, so soft to the touch. The delicious way she had sat at the edge of the table, legs spread baring her pink pussy to him. She was dripping wet with arousal for him, her slit and her little clit, just begging to be touched by him. Her pink, tight little cunt swallowed his leather fingers like a vice making her all the more tempting. Her soft cries of pleasure made him hard as he wanted to know every single sound she could make. He was fucking losing it. His pretty thing made him lose all self control, her unmarked skin, her pretty little lips, her perfect little cunt. Her innocence. Her virginity. Thinking about the way her walls had tightened around his fingers, so pink and wet. Her moans and whimpers begging him to fuck her. It was driving him wild. She was good. He wanted to destroy that. To bleed it out of her. Yet, it was that same trait that had him so infatuated with her in the first place.

Like a moth to a flame.

He wanted to destroy her. To break her. To take her anyway he wanted. To make her feel pain. To hurt her. To have her as his completely. Then take care of her. Give her that sense of belonging and safety that she secretly desired. She was so put together, so confident and compassionate. It agitated him. She was so desperate to find where she belonged in all this, to know her true identity, to know what happened to her family. Since they had left her home planet, she had avoided him and shut him out. That wouldn't do. No.

She couldn't hide from him.

Seeing her through their bond when she was with the resistance. He loathed it. Seeing her around so many friendly men. The way they watched her walk around in the tight engineers uniform, the way her hips swing side to side. It was disgusting. He wanted to kill every single one of them for even looking in her direction. His fingers twitched. He could do it. He could easily carve their eyes out and deliver them to his kitten on a silver platter. She would purr in satisfaction. Whether she knew it or not the dark part of her took pleasure in making people uncomfortable, thriving off of their wanton fear before she struck them down.

Digging her panties out of his pocket, he brought them to his face and took a whiff of her sweet scent, her scent flooding his senses. Bringing his hand to the painful ache that rested in between his legs, he palmed himself as he thought of how her small cunt twitched when he barely touched her. How desperate she was for him to touch her, to make her cum on his hand as she rode his fingers in front of the slimy coward who thought he was man enough for her. Quickly pulling himself out and with closed eyes, he imagined her in front of him on her knees, he would grab a handful of her hair and force her to take all of him.

One way or another, she would be his.

Why did I drink so much?

Tired and buzzed, I stumbled into the lavish suite with the Knights behind me, making sure that nobody had followed us. Tonight was an absolute bust. We visited ten clubs, no force users but the several hours I had spent club hopping gave me time to think more about my biological family. It had given me time to think about how to talk to Kylo about my bloodline, and how to approach his own. Things between us were rocky, one wrong step and everything I worked hard for was for nothing. So this had to be approached with a level head and I was the only one with the patience for it as the homicidal unhinged man that was my Commander. My thoughts lingered on what had happened before I left.

"You reek of alcohol"

"I had a few drinks"

"Drinks? More like bottles" Cardo stated as he let out a tired sigh "She's a handful when she's intoxicated, control your plaything"

"Shut it, you were too busy mind fucking that women at the bar"

Snapping I left all the four men in the large living room and kicked my heels off as soon as I closed the bedroom door behind me. Yanking the hair tie out of my hair, it fell over my shoulders as I walked towards my bathroom to draw myself a nice bath. The scent of alcohol, sex, and drugs clung to me and I couldn't wait to sink myself into the water. In a manner of ten minutes I had stripped myself bare as I sunk myself into the hot water, bubbles filled the tub as I leaned my head back onto the rim.

"Did you find anything?" Letting out a shriek I raised my hand out and pushed the intruder up against the wall of the bathroom only to see that it was an amused Kylo, who easily pushed against me and released himself. "You need to be more aware of your surroundings"

Fucking prick

"Get out"

"No," Walking towards me he sat down on the edge of the tub as he leaned forward, his fingers brushing against the bruised flesh. A soft whimper left my lips as he stared at me, his lips twitched into a smile. "My pretty thing"

"Kylo…"

"You disobeyed me" Kriff, not this again "You will be punished, not yet but later"

His finger grazed over my collarbone before he trailed it up my neck. Swallowing thickly, he moved his finger only for him to bring his hands up to cradle my face, stroking and rubbing my cheek slowly, the sweet and kind gesture eliciting a delicious shiver that wracked down my spine. I could feel his emotions, they mirrored my own, confliction and temptation sinking into both of our bones. Something dark bloomed in my veins, that same darkness that was in both of us had a lingering undeniable desire. His big, dark eyes stared me down with an intensity that I could feel in my bones, a dark hunger buried under his possessive nature. His jaw was tense, as he was internally fighting with himself. Fighting with the demons that were inside.

"Please" Something sparked in him as his lips twitched into a dark smile, his black robes a deep contrast to the shades of white in the bathroom.

"Please what my pretty thing?"

"I-" A knock on the door had shattered the atmosphere, Kylo growled as he tore himself from me. Sinking myself further into the tub, my heart was beating fast as I tried wrapping my head around what had just happened. What did I want? When did our relationship change? When did things change from professionalism to something more intimately? Was it my death? No, he acted differently before that. Something had shifted between us long before I had told him of the premonition. What did Kylo even want from me? He could easily find some women to satisfy his needs, somebody else to make his.

Why do I have the desire to be that somebody?

"I have some things to attend to, we will talk later as we much much to discuss especially regarding your blood lineage"

I can't catch a break could I?

"How long will you be gone for?" Crouching down he grabbed my chin, pulling my face closer to his. He smashed his lips against mine, pulling me into a long and soft kiss that had me leaning into him, moving my lips against his. His tongue traced my bottom lip, immediately I opened my mouth at the force he put behind the kiss. Kylo's tongue clashed with mine, shyly I sucked it gently, teasing him. He groaned into my mouth, and I let go of his tongue only for him to nip at my bottom lip playfully.

"I'll come see you as soon as possible," Placing a chaste kiss on my forehead he was gone, leaving me in the lukewarm bath water.

"Pretty thing?"

My heart is pounding so fast as it feels like it's about to burst out of my chest. Why am I feeling this way?