Never Better
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A/N: Enjoy! R and R please, especially if you favorite!
She knew what she was doing was wrong especially as her new brother-in-law kissed her shoulder. She wasn't to blame though after all she had been in love with her Rodolphus first. She had picked him to claim, Bella had no right to him and now that she was fucking the Dark Lord she would taste her forbidden fruit. But was he really forbidden? No, after second thought he wasn't at all.
She ran her fingers up his built chest that was muscular but not muscle bound and pressed her lips against the skin before his heart. Or was it hers? The beating vessel before her that pounded harder as she allowed her hands to roam further down was meant for her. She knew it and so did its host.
"Narcissa!" He growled, frustrated and impatient.
"Hush love." She came back to his face and pressed her lips, sweet and pink, against his rough and full lips. Their tongues were soon in a passionate battle for dominance and the hands connected to the mouth plucked her blouse off her porcelain skin along with her black lacey bra leaving her skin to skin to him.
This wasn't deception. She was claiming what was hers. She was wiping her eldest sister's traces of her toy. He was nothing but hers. Not Bella's. She didn't care if legally she had no claim to him. She had his heart in a jar. She was his and vice versa. She would break or at least tip toe around those rules to get him. Her caution was thrown to the wind. Damn the rules of their society.
She threw the belt away so it slapped the floor, almost daring for the earth to swallow her up. No one could stop her. She soon removed his trousers and watched as he removed her skirt and her lacy black knickers. Her flesh burning with crimson the farther they went, the further they bent those rules until she cried out and he looming above her released. She could almost hear the snap as every rule she hated broke. She wasn't the polite, pretty, ice princess but a rash, daring goddess of fire the element that seemed to flow through her veins now as she panted.
"Bella!" He cried out and there was the most painful silence Narcissa had ever experienced.
"Bella? You care about her still?" She said in an empty and cold voice that sounded small to her ears.
"Cissy." He pleaded but no, he didn't deny what he had done. He didn't deny his love for her heartless sister!
She didn't say anything, with her light blonde hair and ice blue eyes she wasn't her dark and sultry sister. Why had she tried to be anything like that? She wasn't her dark haired beauty of a sister. As she quickly, quicker than ever before, slipped on her clothes she looked at the mirror across from her.
The reflection of her dark haired and well chiseled love running his hands through his hair as he realized he still loved Bellatrix almost broke Narcissa but she put her façade on and numbed her heart to ice so she wouldn't show the pain. He had been a master of deception even from his own self. How brilliantly he played her.
She looked into her eyes from the mirror and she saw the exact opposite of her sister before her, all she saw was Narcissa, the foolish, naïve, and youngest Black daughter. All the mirrors in the world would tell her that time and time again. She was never better she was the last resort.
Damn Bella, she was always the favorite.
Then Narcissa, after dressing, left and never turned back and never looked back. She would be the first choice for someone else she just didn't know when this would ever occur.