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Primadonna (Kylo Ren X Reader)

Chapter 6: A Dangerous Man

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Ben rode several yards away to set up a dying fire and mock camp, then doubled back on foot to help conceal their true location. The dual lined cloak he'd wrapped Princess in would be enough to keep them both warm till morning, despite the temperature drop that was coming.

Once Ben arrived, he found her curled comfortably into herself; the cloak providing the perfect shelter in the night. In the time he'd been gone the clouds had cleared away, allowing the moonlight to cast its shadows through the leaves. He stood for a moment – appreciating her stunning, silent state.

He'd also taken notice of how her fingers curled around the nape of the cloak and had it pressed to her lips and nose. She inhaled and let out a soft sigh – it sounded like contentment, but Ben wouldn't allow his self to ponder that any further.

After he'd gently lifted her, then sat back down (situating her between his legs) he wrapped her back into the cloak and propped her against his elevated arm draped over his knee.

He stared at her profile... Princess was so pliable and manageable when she was asleep, he thought idly. He took a deep breath, leaned his head back against the tree and closed his eyes. He'd drifted off, considering how difficult it was going to be, taming her.

Difficult, yes, but so enjoyable...

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Ben had awoken the moment he felt her stir. Her breathing had changed and gone was his pliable princess – she stiffened, realizing she was more confined than before. He remained "asleep" to see what she might do.

She'd sat up and Ben imagined her face once she realized she was between his legs. Her nose would crinkle slightly, and her eyes would turn to slits as she glared at him. But, when she shifted to lay her head in the crook of his arm – pressing her hip softly against his groin, he fought to suppress a groan of appreciation for the pressure she was inadvertently applying.

Things only intensified when she tilted again, perfectly grinding against him. He wasn't sure what she was doing until he felt a warm finger against his skin. She was gently touching his forehead, pushing his hair to the side.

It was the oddest sensation that filled his body when she let loose a sigh of ... what was it? appreciation?

Her body relaxed again, causing a groan to escape his chest. She was rubbing her body against his cock but was completely unaware of what she was doing; he was sure. If she didn't stop moving, however, he was going to have to finish what she was starting – whether she liked it or not.

Princess shifted yet again. Instead of staying still, she was pulling her upper body towards him so slowly. He wasn't sure what she was going to do, only that he could sense adrenaline flooding her veins. Her breathing had intensified to the point he could feel her warm, sweet breaths coming in short spurts.

Ben wasn't able to hide his curiosity any longer and opened his eyes ever so slightly to see what she was doing. Her focus was on his mouth and he could no longer hide his amusement.

"Perhaps you should mind yourself," he opened his eyes fully and grinned, "primadonna."

Like a child, caught in the act of mischievousness, she stilled entirely. Ben admired how innocent her eyes appeared in the darkness as her pale skin deepened beneath his gaze.

Princess remained slowly backed away from him, quite embarrassed, but Ben was not ready for her to retreat just yet. He ran his hands up her sides and wrapped his grip around her upper arms. She stiffened in his grasp and slightly jerked back – acting like she didn't want this; acting like she hadn't been about to steal a kiss from him, herself.

"You know I can take whatever I want," his voice like a smooth dagger, pierced her to the center of her existence.

Princess's jaw tightened and her eyes darkened. Ben rolled his lips, running his tongue along his teeth, feeling her body straining against his grip – trying to pull away. Poe was right about one thing; her stubbornness was intoxicating.

*snap*

Ben's grin fell away instantly, and he pulled her against his side as he sat straight up – acutely aware that someone else was out there. He glanced over to the camp he'd set up and was unable to see any embers remaining but could make out the shape of his horse he'd left there.

"Solo," she spoke, prompting his hand to immediately cover her mouth. The look in his eyes was strong enough to silence any further noise from her lips. He shook his head gently and pointed to the horse at their feet.

It was still on the ground, but its ears were pointed back and he knickered slightly – also aware there was someone else out there.

An eerie silence settled over the forest and Ben could not help but notice how she pressed herself tighter to him, genuinely afraid of whatever awaited them, hidden in the darkness. He turned his head to her and pressed his mouth close to her ear.

"Do not move," he commanded, gently pulling something from his boot and pressing it firmly into her hands. He pulled away to see her eyes widen as the realization set in of what he'd put in her hands. A frighteningly large dagger; the blade longer than her own hand. Horror settled over her as she looked back to him.

He lifted his long leg and moved to leave when her small fingers shot out, reaching for anything to make him stop. Ben felt her hand land on his thigh, and he glanced back down to her. Her genuine fear calling to him.

His primadonna was afraid. Ben didn't want to acknowledge that the true terror in her eyes slightly excited him.

He reached down to gently touch her cheek, then continued his stealth departure into the night – leaving her, for the second time, to impatiently await his return.

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He'd left you, again, to fend for yourself in the darkness. You looked down to consider the giant blade he'd left in your hands.

In his massive grip it fit perfect, but in yours... You'd might as well have been holding a sword – there was no way you would be able to wield it properly.

The hair on your neck prickled at the tiniest sounds popping up all around. You were shivering and holding the grip of the blade so hard your fingers were aching – yet you didn't dare relax.

A terrible shriek pierced the night and you turned, pointing the dangerous blade in the direction of the noise. What sounded like someone smacking dough against a hard marble surface filled the silence and you backed further into the alcove of the trees.

The high-pitched tone of the person yelling didn't match the deep baritone of Ben's, but you couldn't have been sure.

If it was Ben's, then you weren't safe. If Ben was in the process of being killed – for that's exactly what it sounded like; someone losing a fight for life – you couldn't just stay here and wait to be captured. He had said to stay put, but he wasn't here. He'd left you.

You faced the horse, his ears and head twitching back and forth – following the continued yelling and blood curdling cries. You reached over to run your hand down the stallion's nose trying to sooth him.

"Shoosh, you must relax," you whispered into his ear.

No sooner had the words escaped your lips than a pair of arms encircled you, jerking you out into the open. The scent of rotted fish and mold filled your senses and you jerked against the force pinning your arms down; it wasn't Ben.

You thrashed against the skinny arms around you, trying to move the knife in your hand to bury it into something that would cause them to release you

"Oi, settle down, fucking bitch," the slimy voice said against your ear.

Your blood ran cold but you refused to let this animal cart you away like a piece of meat. You leaned forward as hard as you could, pulling against his arms as much as possible, then threw your head back with as much force as you could muster.

The plan worked. The back of your head connected with something equally hard and your assailant immediately released his hold on you – spewing out a string of curses.

You dropped to the ground, not once losing hold on the dagger in your hand and twisted around. You tried to push yourself up from the ground, but the long heavy cloak hindered your ability to gain enough traction to stand. The harder you kicked to move, the tighter the knot around your neck became.

You gave up trying to stand and just remained on the ground, gripping the only form of protection he'd left you with. The moonlight illuminated the outline of the man hunched over, a few yards from you, gripping his nose and continuing to spew profanities.

Within moments, however, a massive dark figure silently breezed past you to the man still gripping his face. He was so consumed by his own pain, you almost felt bad – he never stood a chance.

Solo grabbed him by the nape of his neck, yanked him backwards. He was so massive and poised you had to squint to catch what was happening. The man who'd attacked you was leaning backwards, his head cradled in Solo's arm. So quickly, you almost missed it, it looked like Solo ran his other hand over the man's face. The profanities stopped immediately and after a few odd gurgling noises, Solo released his grip – allowing your assailant to drop lifelessly to the ground. The effortless ease he displayed while ending the man's life was oddly and dangerously erotic.

Ben turned around slowly, his gaze going straight to you. He was breathing heavily and in the dim light of the night you were able to see dark smears over his face. His hair slightly wet from what you hoped was sweat – but what you knew was not.

He moved slowly to you with his hands raised, like how a child would approach a wounded animal.

"It's alright, princess..." his voice was low and calming.

It wasn't until that moment you realized how hard you were shaking – dagger still angled up toward him. He continued moving to you, then you felt his warm hand wrap around your fist. He worked to pry the weapon from your grasp.

Once the blade had been removed from your hands, you took a deep breath – silent sobs shaking your entire body.

"It's alright, my sweet primadonna – everything is alright," he pulled your quaking body into his arms and squeezed you against his giant chest.

You were so stiff. you tried to relax but an odd metallic odor filled your nose and you felt everything but comfort. You pushed against his chest, trying to right yourself – you didn't need his help. It was his fault you'd been exposed and possibly kidnapped in the first place.

He'd left you, all alone.

"I do not need your help, creature," your voice slightly betraying you as it cracked on the last syllable.

"Hmm," was the only sound that emerged from his chest as he allowed you the ability to straighten – away from him. You remembered his earlier warning of what would happen, were you to call him that again, but you did not care.

Solo stood to his full height, offering you his giant hand to stand. You pushed it away and managed to get to your feet, despite him.

"Are you going to tell me what has happened here? Or must we maintain the suspense?" You reached down to straighten your gown and adjust the cloak. Anything to avoid looking up at the behemoth of a man before you – anything to ignore the ever-growing hunger in the lower portion of your pelvis.

"These men were sent to abduct you."

"Well, I suppose that answers the questions of it Armitage is wholly against me then..."

"I did not say they came from Hux, princess." The smooth current of his voice did not change. There was no difference between his effort to comfort you or his impartation of critical information.

You turned to face him. "I don't understand," you finally squeaked out.

Solo spoke as he worked over the man's corpse. "This man, he bears no sigil – no colors." He pulled something from the man's boot and his belt then turned towards you, still kneeling. The other two there," he motioned to the area he'd come from, "they also have nothing distinguishable to help decipher who they serve."

You gulped.

Certainly, Colin was not this desperate to be rid of you, to send assassins to try and kill you. And you were in Ilum at last. Armitage wouldn't have felt the need to kidnap or attack you at night – you were already on his land, he had the upper hand.

A chill crept up your spine at the thought that there might be an unseen third party at work, trying to thwart you – or worse.

"We cannot linger," Solo's voice pulled you from your turning mind. You moved toward him, but apparently your movement was not quick enough for him. He grabbed your arm and soon you were running to keep up with his long strides.

After reaching your horse, he lifted you without a word, sat you in the saddle then hoisted his self up behind you. Before you could object, his arms were around you, grabbing the reins then maneuvering the horse around.

The last thing you saw before the forest became a blur in the night was a fire burning hot. Two men were leaning against a log and his own horse still stood calmly tethered to a tree near the serene looking campsite. You would have thought that both men were merely sleeping – had it not been for the terrifying slashes across their throats.

You turned your face away and screwed your eyes shut as the dark and dangerous man behind you tightened his grip on the reins.