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The Way He Looks at You
Book 1
A Cal Kestis Fanfiction
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Summary:
After a devastating breakup with her Jedi boyfriend, a grieving Rebellion pilot is captured by a ruthless, yet alluring, Inquisitor. He offers to protect her secrets in exchange for her loyalty. Torn between the duty-bound Jedi she lost, and the Dark-Side enemy who wants to possess her, she must decide where her heart truly belongs.
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This story is available in First Person and Second Person points of view.
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Song for the Book: Do It All The Time by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME
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Chapter 2: The Way He Captures Me
Chapter Summary: An Inquisitor captures his prey.
Trigger Warnings: Death
Song for the chapter: Bleed Magic by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME
The red lightsaber casts an ominous glow through the vertical window slats, bathing my warm family home in icy terror. My father rips the metal grate off the child-sized kitchen intake vent, shoving me inside as I cry and fight him.
It’s like I’m underwater; my attempts to fight back do nothing against his burly hands. The noisy blood rushing through my ears muffles the angry sounds coming from outside. The cruel woman outside bangs on the front door, yelling through the sturdy wood.
My trembling mother clings to my younger brother in the sitting room, whispering and placing kisses against the top of his head. I call out to her, but my father blocks my view, telling me to be brave and stay quiet as he replaces the cross-hatched cover.
I beg him to flee with me. He begs me to stay hidden until dawn.
The front door explodes open. Two Purge Troopers storm inside, surrounding my family as an unusual red-skinned Inquisitor enters the room. My father is told to step aside. He doesn’t, and I don’t understand why. I’m sobbing as I watch him defend my kin, stepping to the front.
In a flash of red, my father’s sturdy body collapses, a second thud following close after. There is so much screaming I can’t tell where my mother’s voice ends and mine begins. My bladder gives out. I stuff my fist in my mouth to muffle the sounds of horror escaping my lips as I watch the worst moment of my life.
The Inquisitor stalks towards my smaller mother and brother, and it’s clear what comes next. I close my leaking eyes because I can’t bear to see it. There is another pained scream. Then deafening silence.
The Inquisitor picks over the mangled bodies and combs through my home, taking anything of value before leaving with the silent troopers in tow.
I sob until I spew vomit all over myself in the small space. How can I live without them? It feels like cruel punishment to be left alive while everyone I love lies dead on the floor.
I wish I hadn’t stayed put. Then I could be dead too. But instead, I’m alone.
“I’m speaking to you,” the disrespected Inquisitor says, snapping me out of my painful memories.
The trembling in my body worsens as his malevolent voice reaches my ears. My life will end as my family’s lives ended. By the hot piercing blade of a nameless Inquisitor. My eyes drag to the face of my soon-to-be murderer.
Intense, bright green eyes meet mine, sending a jolt of electricity through my shaking body, stilling it. He’s beautiful.
I blink several times trying to make sense of him. He wears the same sneer and bored expression as the others. But on the sharp angles of his freckled face, I find it alluring.
He gives me a piercing look that makes my overworked heart flutter in the wrong way. His gloved hand rises to his full pink lips, which part to tug the tough leather off each finger with straight white teeth. I am captivated by the erotic gesture, my mind turning a simple act into something seductive.
The freed digits wrap around the low neckline of my dress, pinching my delicate skin as he tugs me close. I suck in a sharp breath from sudden pain and pleasure as his capable fingers brush past my bare collarbone. My hooded gaze draws to his perfect mouth, wondering what those plush lips might feel like. Raw desire replaces the predictable horror I should feel as I study his masculine features.
I follow the cropped copper facial hair into his thick hairline, where a loose lock has fallen onto his unmoving eyelashes. I almost reach up to brush it out of his pretty eyes, but stop myself.
He’s staring. Except he isn’t; his eyes are glazed over, and he has a faraway expression.
I convince myself I’d be running if he didn’t have a tight grip on me. Yet I don’t struggle, allowing my body to lean into his. My mind focused on every pleasant point of contact between us.
I’ve seen surveillance photos of this man, the Thirteenth Brother, in Theo’s mission documentation. A cruel hunter of the remaining Jedi and new Force-sensitives. He and his kind once disgusted me, but I guess the grainy pictures didn’t do him justice. They failed to capture his natural charm.
When I caught sight of his file, I saw a frightening Inquisitor who carries out devastating acts of violence. But seeing him in person, looming over me, I feel only lust.
With his attention elsewhere, I trace over every provocative quality. His height, his powerful grip pulling me into his firm chest. His perfect biceps and devastating forearms. All masked beneath the scuffed black armor of his uniform, but visible at this proximity.
My mind conjures up lewd images of this scenario behind closed doors with fewer clothes. I want to know what sounds he makes in such circumstances. How his soft lips part in needy pleasure.
I should fear him. I should not be spending my last moments fantasizing about an Inquisitor. It’s over once he discovers who I am—who I live with.
The Thirteenth Brother’s fierce gaze comes back into focus as I’m examining the thin scar that runs across his straight nose and onto his right cheek. Lost in fantasy and acceptance of my nearing death. It’s impossible to feel proper fear when he’s so easy on the eyes.
He releases his threatening hold on my rumpled dress and brings his pale hand to tilt my chin up. My eyes flutter closed, bracing for the end, opening when he snickers.
“I haven’t heard that before,” he says.
My eyebrows furrow in confusion, sure I hadn’t spoken. He cocks his head, smirking at the knowledge he holds.
“Easy on the eyes.”
My confusion turns to panic as I realize he must have read my mind.
I blush, realizing he probably heard everything in my fantasy of him, every thought about his attractive appearance. Worse, he knows I am a part of the Rebellion; he knows about Theo.
As if my pathetic heart’s betrayal wasn’t enough, my weak mind loses control too, spilling every secret about my identity, the Rebellion, and my boyfriend—ex boyfriend. The harder I try to control my thoughts, the more damning secrets they churn up.
Desperate to stop the flow of confidential information, I change tactics, looking around the busy street and naming every visible object. It works, but I can’t focus for long on the mundane, so I give my impulsive mind what it wants: to linger in the dirty fantasy of him.
His amused eyes study me, listening to my obvious interest in his body, his feel, his lips. I can’t meet his heavy gaze, too ashamed of my yearning thoughts but unable to stop them. I stare at his parted lips and bobbing throat, wanting nothing more than to meet them with my eager mouth. It’s wrong, but I can’t help it.
“People usually beg for their lives, not…that,” he says, his deep voice causing me to shiver.
He looks me over, a smirk forming on his lips. “I’ll be keeping you.”
I look up into his darkened eyes, unable to resist the silent demand to acknowledge him when he speaks. What does he mean by “keeping me”? Against my better judgment, my eyes fall to his lips again, wondering if he would kill me where I stand for stealing a kiss.
The Inquisitor leans down until his mouth reaches the shell of my ear. My hair catches in his stubble as he breathes hot air on the sensitive flesh.
“Perhaps if you’re cooperative, I’ll permit you that transgression.”
My brain goes fuzzy at the tempting promise. Do Inquisitors follow the same rules as Jedi? He graces me with a soft chuckle only I can hear. An answer to my unspoken question.
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