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Warning: I strongly believe Rey is Luke's daughter, making this story cousin incest. If you don't like it, you've been warned.

Summary: "I will, if you won't do what you're thinking," he says as he meets her gaze. "I'll do far worse than that," she promises, fighting the restraints again. Ren smirks, seeing her face flush, and his dark eyes flicker. "I hope so."

Their clothes are scattered around them. They're sprawled out on his cape on the floor. He's propped up on one elbow, most of his weight still on her, his hand resting on her neck as his lips meet hers, hot and hungry and eager. Her fingers tangle in his ebon hair as he deepens the kiss with his tongue, making her moan and her body arch up into him, her breasts pressed up against him. She props herself up, wraps her free arm around his shoulders, and wraps a leg around his waist, clinging to him and wanting more of his skin against hers.

She lets out a moan when she feels how hard he is against her. His fingertips brush down her neck to her shoulder and span her arm lightly, his strong hand guiding her onto her back gently. He sucks and bites at her upper lip, tongue skimming the roof of her mouth before he breaks the kiss to taste her neck and grip her hip firmly with his hand.

He feels how she trembles when he palms her thigh and cups how wet she is, his fingers parting her slit and tearing her moan from her, and when she bites his lip, she tastes blood.

He stands in front of her and tilts her chin up forcefully, making her look at him. She meets his eyes for a second, then looks at anything but him as his face inches closer to her. She looks at the floor. The walls. The ceiling and the walls again, then she can see herself, feel herself, being pushed up against that very wall to the left of them, and she can feel him kissing her and touching her and parting her thighs with his hand and —

Rey finches and shakes, tries to break the restraints but she can't. She tries to jerk her head away from his grip on her chin, but his gloved fingers are pressing harder into her skin. "Do not do that again," she spits out, nearly threatens as she tries to close off her mind to him. She's done it before, but that was hours ago and she feels worn out though she isn't ready to give up. She can't.

His mouth curves up with the edge of an amused smile. "I won't," he promises. "Unless I feel like it." He lets go of her chin and takes a step back, his dark eyes narrowing. "You're shivering."

"Space is cold," she mutters, "I'm not." A lie, but he lets her have it.

"You'll get used to it," he tells her. He unclasps his black cape and holds it out to her.

"I don't want it," she says before he takes a step closer to her.

"You are my guest —"

"Prisoner."

"— You should be comfortable."

"Then release me," she huffs through gritted teeth, turning her face away from him.

"You didn't ask," he smiles, bringing his cape back down to his side.

Glancing to him for a moment, her eyes cautiously meet his. "You will remove these restraints," she repeats, since it worked earlier.

His cape falls to the floor instantly, and she expects it worked until he's laughing at her darkly. "You are foolish to think such a trick would work on me."

"And you're nothing," she challenges. Vile and weak, yes, but nothing. No one.

"Do not say that again." He takes off his gloves, then his hand touches her head firmly with the force to probe her mind, looking for the map a second time. He hears her ragged breathing as she tries to block her mind from him, but he can still see and feel her thoughts, the vague ones wondering if anyone is looking for her and how far away they might be. He can see an island surrounded by ocean again. A woman with brown hair and browner eyes and a Wookie that fills him with more rage than anger.

He releases her roughly, takes a few steps back, his face expressionless. "It would be wise for you not to fight me."

"I won't give in," she grits out, gasping. Her hands are fisted and her knuckles are drawn white. "If you have the power to find it, you would have already."

"You know nothing."

"You will never find it, nor have it," she taunts. "I'm not afraid of you."

"You will be," he says, and one hand is back on her head as he invades her mind. All he sees are memories of the recent past. A man who isn't a father. The pilot who owns the droid and that traitor Stromtrooper. "Show me the map to Skywalker," he demands furiously, tired of seeing the same images. He probes deeper and deeper in her head as he feels her weakening.

Her eyes close shut at the pain and darkness she feels. "Never."

"You will," he smiles, and she sees herself back up against the wall and feels his body pressing against hers hard. His fingers dig into her hips while he's kissing her roughly and his other hand roams up her body, covering her breast, then she hears herself moan, feels how she's burning for him —

"Get out of my head," she grits out, trying to ignore the warm feeling pooling beneath her skin.

He watches her closely, seeing her chest heaving and the beads of sweat on her forehead and chest. He tucks a stray curl of her hair behind her ear and runs a finger tantalizingly down her smooth neck. Rey's eyes open at the contact, and she flinches when she sees how close he is, how he smirks darkly as he closes the space between them.

His lips meet hers softly, and she's stunned, unmoving, diagusted, her hazel eyes wide. She's unsure of what to think but keeps all her focus on blocking her mind from him. She sees his brown eyes close as he kisses her with the faintest brush of his lips, and she's bothered by it and the way it's making her feel, wonders if he can sense it. Sense her. She turns her head turns sharply to the left, causing his lips to graze her jaw, but then he kisses down her neck, and she almost can't breathe.

Her mind is filled with the briefest of images and she wishes she wasn't in restraints so she could push him away from her, so her wrists weren't aching.

"I will, if you won't do what you're thinking," he says as he meets her gaze.

"I'll do far worse than that," she promises, fighting the restraints again.

Ren smirks, seeing her face flush, and his dark eyes flicker. "I hope so."