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Lucius smirked to himself as he took in the form of the woman beneath him. Her eyes closed against the pleasure, he decided to finish her the way that most pleased himself. He quickly pulled out, eliciting a small cry of displeasure from his conquest, only to unceremoniously flip her onto her belly and pull her up on all fours. He grabbed her slender waist and drove himself back into her. He threw his head back and lost himself in the pure ecstasy he could only find through being in absolute control.
He knew what people thought of him. They thought he was evil. They thought he aligned himself with Voldemort because he despised anyone whose blood wasn't as pure as the driven snow. Oh how wrong they were. Of course, he was a blood purist, but that was neither here nor there. For he could simply ignore anyone he deemed beneath him. All his actions come from a deep seeded desire to rule the wizarding world. A plan he began formulating as a young man and continued until his fall from grace.
Now, the once heralded Lucius is forced to exert his control whenever and wherever he could. And lucky for him, there is always a beautiful, young debutante who could see him for what he is. A natural born leader - one who could please them like no other. Simple stepping stones they are, cobblestones being laid to pave the way for Lucius to reclaim what is rightfully his. Make no mistake, he is already reformulating his campaign for a rise back to the top - because a man like Lucius Malfoy simply doesn't do well at the bottom.