Chapter 3

A feral grin on his face, Luke could almost taste the pain emanating from Mara as his hand closed around the wrist of her injured arm and he jerked it down hard beside her. The writhing body on the floor arched upward as pain shot through her shoulder and Luke easily straddled his victim, only letting go of her arm when her legs were subdued by his own weight.

Mara was gasping in pain as she carefully brought her forearm atop her stomach, her shoulder trembling in agony as she did. “Get off me,” she hissed through tightly clenched teeth at the man straddling her, his arms folded arrogantly across his chest as if she posed no threat to him at all.

“I rather like you this way,” Luke taunted, his hands coming down to rest on the metal floor on either side of her elbows. “Writhing in pain, helpless…under me,” he deliberately licked his lips, Mara’s plight taking on a much different meaning to him in this position. Sinful little thoughts had floated through his mind at various times where Mara was concerned but now, straddling her prone body, leaning forward so his hands were also on the floor, their bodies touched in an intimate way that reminded Luke he wasn’t just a Dark Lord. He was a man…and it had been a long time for him.

“So this is what you get off on?” Mara countered, her anger spiking at how easily and intimately he was subduing her. “Or maybe this is the only way…” The hand of her uninjured arm knotting the material of his shirt, Mara pushed as hard as she could against the man on all fours over her. “…you can get a woman beneath you?”

His sexual prowess insulted, many thoughts jumped to Luke’s mind and they all involved Mara in pain and at his mercy. Pushing himself to his feet, Luke dragged Mara to hers by grasping her upper arm, his fingers digging into her bruised flesh. With one swift motion, he pulled her up to unsteady feet, drug her around the metal table then flung her away from him. The Dark Lord laughed aloud at the sickening sound of her battered frame striking the black glass that groaned but held up to the assault.

“Ahhh,” Mara cried out, her back arching from the pain even as Luke closed in on her, giving her no time to rest. A scream coming from deep within her as Skywalker grabbed both her arms, forcing them above her head, Mara thrashed about in agony, her shoulder feeling as if it were being ripped from its socket. Blindly reaching out to the energy that would let her push Luke away and dull the pain, Mara only felt worse as Luke once again showed her how much a master of the Force he was by blocking her touch of it.

“None of that,” he taunted with a little shake of his head. One hand holding both of hers, still above her head, against the glass, Luke watched Mara’s face for a moment before his other hand came up to grasp her by the chin. Their bodies barely touching, he almost purred from the waves of darkness that Mara was sending crashing through his body. “I warned you so many times,” his fingers tightened their grip as Mara’s legs and torso jerked, desperate to push Luke away or escape his touch. “But you kept trying to humiliate and control me,” he continued. “Even in front of my father.”

“You weren’t supposed to be a part of this. You don’t belong here,” Mara was in pain but her eyes still flashed defiance and fury. “And you never will.”

His fingers moving lower, the slender digits encircled the straining neck of his captive and Luke licked his lips once again at the momentary look of panic that flickered across Mara’s face. “You think you belong beside my father more than I?” Luke clicked his tongue in mock sternness. “As if he would ever chose you…a reckless whore...” Neither one of them was oblivious to the fact that their power struggle to be Vader’s right hand was coming to a close and only one of them would remain standing but Luke couldn’t believe Mara would even think she had a chance. “…over his own son?”

Mara laughed in spite of her throbbing shoulder and bruised body, testaments that she would never underestimate Luke Skywalker again. “A son who disappoints him over and over,” she ridiculed back, Vader having made his displeasure at Luke’s weaknesses well known.

His hand yanking her arms higher, Mara’s expected arching of her back gave Luke just the opportunity he needed and his fingers deftly ripped open the two thin layers that covered her chest, baring her naked skin and heaving mounds of flesh to him. “Don’t you worry about disappointment, Jade,” he sneered, his hand roughly grasping first one, then the second perfect breast that he had uncovered. Throatily laughing, the Dark Lord manhandled her tender flesh before selfishly lowering his lips to one breast and cruelly drawing the small nipple into his mouth.

Ignoring the pain that was consuming her, Mara struggled against Luke with everything she had. Her legs pushed against his and she twisted and turned even as his latched lips never let go and it only caused her more pain to try and move away from him. Her protests silenced as his focus shifted, his mouth overtaking her own until she tried unsuccessfully to bit down on his lip. Her teeth barely grazing his upper lip before he pulled away, his sarcastic chuckle fueled her fury.

Letting her hands go, Luke waited only until he felt the small fists beating against his chest, causing him more discomfort than he thought she could at this point, to change his own tactics. A bold hand sliding down her ribcage, down the front of her leg and then inward to cup her covered core, Luke chuckled at Mara’s reaction. “I should have thought of this sooner,” he cooed in her ear, these tactics giving him an edge over Mara that he hadn’t had before.

“I’ll kill you for this,” Taking advantage of Luke letting her arms go, Mara’s finger round their way through Luke’s hair and he yelped as she yanked his head backward. Her other hand forming a fist and connecting with the side of the Dark Lord’s face, Mara pushed against her captor as he stumbled backward a step. Pushing him again, her hand fisted and raised to strike, Mara’s blow was forgotten as Luke’s fingers closed around her neck and slammed her backwards once again.

Pushing his female nemesis back between his body and window, Luke held her against the barrier with a rigid arm that allowed him to see each expression of fear and pain that fall over her. He had every intention of making Mara pay for her words, actions and every humiliation she had put him through. His face stung from the punch she had connected with but his entire body burned with anger. Watching her for only a brief second as his fingers tightened around Mara’s throat, Luke ignored the hands clawing at his arms as he finally bent his elbow, leaning forward to crush her blue tinged lips beneath his.

Her head pinned perfectly still by the vise like grip of his fingers around her neck, Mara frantically tried to reign in her desperation. Suddenly feeling the pressure release, she gasped for air to only have it cut short but a tongue thrust into her mouth.

Luke’s hands moved to fan Mara’s face, keeping her in place but allowing himself to move much closer to the softness that was making his own body harder, his member swelling at the distant sensations it had missed. Plundering her mouth, Luke marveled at the taste of a combatant he was just now discovering was every bit of a woman as well. His hands fell from her face to span the sweaty skin of her neck and lower, slipping the torn shirt just off her shoulders so his palm was directly upon her. His tongue skimmed across the smooth teeth and licked the intimate skin as he kissed his adversary as deeply as he could. “So good,” he mumbled, shocked by his own words enough to draw back to stare at Mara, who looked as stunned as he did.

Long strands of hair had come unbraided and hung around her face, almost hiding the bruising that was just beginning to show on her cheekbone. His gaze dropping lower, Luke’s eyes flickered across the top of the naked breasts pressed against the coarse material of his tunic, then rose higher to settle on the red, angry marks covering Mara’s neck. Both hands were drawn to the marks as his thumbs rubbed over them. Feeling dormant urges, desires burn throughout his body, Luke was both thrilled and disgusted to realize it wasn’t just anger stoking the flames in his body, it was also lust. She’s the enemy, he reminded, his mind listening while his body ignored him, creating confusion inside him, in every place where anger had been.

*****

Still on the bridge of the Executor, Lord Vader could feel the stray tendrils of emotions beginning to change in the room behind him. Slowly turning, his shielded eyes narrowed as he felt anger ebb and unacceptable sensations begin to seep through tightly held barriers of the room’s occupants. His fingers clenched, realizing Luke was forgetting that his job was to punish Mara Jade and certainly not pleasure her. Fist shaking, Vader knew if that line was crossed then true hate and anger would never fuel the two he had trained to be lead by darkness and their joining would create a natural alliance against himself. He also knew that if this mistake was made then one, if not both, of his apprentices would pay for it with their lives.

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The few moments of scrutiny by Luke confusing her, Mara took the time to regain her breath and anticipate what was to come. Luke’s cerulean eyes finally meeting her own, Mara shuddered from the unexpected look in them. They told her what his hardness pressed up against her did, the son of Vader wanted her, but the expressive eyes told her much more than just that. “You....” Her voice was scratchy and she was well aware that her words made her body move against his. “You’re just as lost as I am, aren’t you?” She asked, seeing the uncertainty in the son of Vader that she saw in herself since the death of the Emperor. She had been unsettled, usurped and struggled against this man to find her place, never realizing he was doing the same.

Stopping the words that rang all to true, Luke kissed Mara, an arm going between her waist and the glass to pull her as close as possible.

Stunned and confused, Mara hung limply in Luke’s arms for the briefest of moments, her body unresisting to his sensual assault as layers of hate and anger gave way to the realization that Lord Skywalker still tittered on the brink of darkness, not giving in completely as the helplessness of his situation kept some sliver of light alive inside him. He wasn’t as evil, as cold, as his father and the small, deeply buried part of her that had longed for tenderness couldn’t help but react to this man and the way he was kissing her, touching her. Mara sighed as his lips and hands gave her the most basic human contact that she had craved since she was a little girl who had watched other children be held, hugged but had never felt the warmness of herself. Even as she had grown and the Emperor had hardened her more and more, Mara knew some little piece of her still wondered and wanted a touch that wasn’t in anger or given to teach her a lesson. This touch, from this man, had started in anger but there was more to it now and it was as close as she had ever come to what she had been denied her entire life. Arms slowly rose from where they had hung flaccidly at her sides, wincing as her shoulder reminded her just how brutal Luke had been.

Still holding Mara close to his body, Luke hesitated in his indulgences when she winced and he knew he was responsible for the pain. But as he felt a hesitate palm slowly slid up and down his back, fingers easily gliding over the expensive silken material, thoughts of everything but how wonderful Mara’s touch felt fled from his mind. Tongues tangled against one another, desperate to touch and lay claim in such an intimate way. Bodies flattened against one another, Luke’s arm on Mara’s waist instinctively pulled her closer to his hardness then pulled her just a breath away from him, over and over as they settled into a frenzied rhythm of push and release. Both grunted from the sensations of intimate touch, torturous release then back to swollen, tender bodies pressed together.

Luke was only vaguely aware of his rhythmic grinding against Mara, his emotions and urges blending together to create a fuzzy fog in his brain. He panted into the mouth of the woman who made every his body throb as her taste, her smell, every inch of her skin driving him toward the point of no return.

Mara’s body trembled as the man holding her up completely devoured her, but wanting more, she couldn’t stop her hand from sliding around Luke’s ribcage to his toned stomach. Letting his motions trap her hand between their bodies for only a few moments, Luke’s thrusting was halted only when her hand slid lower to cup him firmly.

Head bowing, Luke’s face settled into the curve of Mara’s neck as he shamelessly pushed himself against the willing hand. Curved fingers stroking him with each thrust, Luke could feel the growl, the pressure building from deep inside. His own body shuddering as it all became too much, Luke pushed hard against Mara’s hand, sending them both back against the glass. In the back of his mind, as his loins erupted and seed spilled over, he could hear Mara moan as her head connected to the glass but it didn’t matter to him then. All he cared about was riding the spasmatic wave of pleasure that left his legs weak and his mind reeling. Gasping, he had only raised his head to check on his semi lover when the sounds of a door opening made he and Mara jerk away from one another, both instantly alert as to what had just happened between them and who also knew about it.

Turning his back to Mara, Luke could feel foreboding quickly replacing all other sensations in his body as his still heated gaze turned toward upward toward the approaching dark clad figure.

“Father,” he whispered just before his neck snapped backwards, a gloved fist hitting him with enough force that he slid to his knees, the world around him slowly fading to black.

.... tbc...................