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His hands were in her hair, his teeth sharp on her collarbone as he breathed her in so hungrily, the lowest of growls from the back of his throat sending her half to ecstasy as his teeth then found her neck, sinking into her skin and pooling the dips between her collarbones with her crimson blood.
She let herself give in to him, his unrelenting grasp on her gave her no choice, but his mouth on her skin tasting her, forcing her to bleed for him was bending her to his will – his deepest desires. He was animalistic, rough, angry and his imperfection was to her, perfection. He was quick with his actions, his fingers sinking into her supple skin as he forced her to succumb to him, and eventually, she began to fall into his depths, fall within the sweet blasphemy that was him...
Bellatrix awoke with a start, immediately her hand was on her throat where she had felt the blood dripping from his tearing teeth. For a moment more she could still feel blood trickle down her neck. Her sheets were overheating her in the warmth of what had been promising to be a very warm May – but dark, rumbling clouds had come in and lowly in the distance and expansion of the Black Manor's Gardens, and therein those few moments of her waking, the low rumbles of thunder were accompanied by a flash here and there.
Immediately she was out of bed, and her hands were pressed to the cool glass of the balcony's doors opposite the four-poster, opening it and immediately cooling her and the room. Tugging at the t-shirt and shorts she had on, she knew she would be alone in the house. It was after all, mid-summer. Narcissa was away with Druella their mother, and her father was perhaps at work.
Pressing her lips together as she thought on the dream she had just been having, she made her way into the bathroom and turned on the huge taps that flowed deep purples and blues, filling the tub with aromatic, energising smells of clear seas and lagoons. She was quick to pull at the t-shirt and tug her shorts off, dropping them easily on the floor before she ran her fingers through her hair, pulling it to the top of her head as she decided she wasn't going to be getting it wet.
As she sunk into the bath, and the taps continued to pour, the glass creation of the mermaid on the wall opposite began swimming down into the depths of her pool, joining her friends as the rumbles of thunder became ever louder and came closer.
Bellatrix relaxed back against the marble, looking over to the French doors that led onto the very same and very large balcony as her bedroom did, watching as rain hit the beautiful slate of the floor, darkening it further than the already hot-black silver of the now steaming slabs.
She sunk into the bath comfortably, watching the rain fall and even come into her bathroom ever so slightly, forcing the wind to whip against the steam that twisted and turned, dancing with the opposing element as they met. It reminded her of him, opposite elements… that was what they were after all. But yet as her mind wandered, she could only think further in deliberation as to what had happened that night.
She couldn't help but think on the older Lestrange. Rabastan was the safer choice; he was fair and nice, he wouldn't make her have children, he would let her do as she pleased – he was the nicer of the two and that much showed. And at the end of the day; it would be him she was coming home to. Yes, she thought to herself, she would be sexually bored with him, she could simply tell from the way he was – she needed a taste of what she had felt only too real last night.
The older brother… he was far more her type. Physically – that was. But he was arrogant and cruel, cold as steel and no doubt with a violent streak. He was brutal and immoral, and yet as she thought only further, she began to warm to him, to the idea of him – his handsome face, his demanding, heavy voice that she could imagine only would send chills up her spine.
His fingers had been so rough on her soft skin, and that was the way she liked her love. Raw. Having said that, what had happened the other night could hardly be considered 'love'. She laughed a little to herself at the idea of it, the idea of loving anyone was hilarious enough as it was. But his mouth on hers, the darkness that surrounded him and shrouded him like it would the devil came with temptation, lust and pure enjoyment. She had with fought herself the other night; she knew what kind of man he was and she would be damned if she would be the play thing.
Immediately she had stopped herself, pulling herself up and out of that train of thought while she stood from her bath, draining the marble square tub as she unpinned her hair, letting the loose waves drop to just above her mid-back. She wrapped herself in her towel before deciding to pull back on her sleeping clothes and have the day to herself. So she had hoped.
The faintest of squeaks from the house elf as Bellatrix bit at a piece of toast and grasped her mug, caught her attention, and on glancing towards the elf who hardly had a chance to introduce him; Rodolphus Lestrange pushed past the small creature and pulled the chair besides Bellatrix to face her and sat at the breakfast table.
"What do you want?" Bellatrix frowned suddenly, dropping her toast onto the plate before her as she furrowed her eyebrows at the older Lestrange brother.
"That's no way to greet your best friend's bother, is it? And it certainly isn't the way you felt a few nights ago…" he said with a wry grin, making himself comfortable and sitting back as he helped himself to some coffee.
"What I felt the other night was nothing." She answered back bluntly, pursing her lips indignantly as she watched him make himself comfortable.
"On the contrary, I think it was," he said calmly, his stony expression only making him appear more devilish than he perhaps was while he took a gulp of coffee and relaxed back rather as if he was already only too comfortable around her. Wearing suit trousers but a t-shirt over – he'd clearly decided last minute to come and see her, Rodolphus smiled rather easily to Bellatrix as he continued, "Because I know women like you, Black. You'll come back for more eventually."
"I'd rather marry a half blood." She spat cruelly.
"Like your sister? No," he said quickly correcting himself, "that's a mudblood she's dating."
"What do you know, he knows how to dig for dirt," she replied boredly before adding with a raised eyebrow, "you can't embarrass a woman who doesn't give a fuck, Lestrange."
"I like that quality you possess," he said as this time he grinned, a cool and dangerous smile that Bellatrix couldn't help but feel a chill from, one that promised once he was done with her she would feel quite the opposite. He was sudden as he grasped her chair, easily pulling her towards him as he refused to let her go anywhere, closing some of the space between them as he faced her properly towards himself. He looked her over calmly, his voice as always the same; blank but smooth, while he said ever so simply, "I'm going to have so much fun with you."
Without much thought, Bellatrix's arm had lashed out and her hand had struck Rodolphus hard on the cheek at his words. She was no toy, and she would be damned if any man would treat her that way.
"Get the hell out of my house," she hissed, standing immediately –furious and only slightly scared; a combination she rarely felt, "now."
Rodolphus, who was certainly expecting a slap at some point, was not expecting to have been slapped so soon into his conversation with the woman he intended to make his wife. He too stood, but he was quick on grasping her arms and pressing into her flesh hard enough that if his nails were longer he might break her skin. He wasn't gentle as he pushed her against the breakfast table, his grip threatening though he wasn't trying his hardest to hurt her – merely to frighten her.
Clearly it had worked, and the house elf who had been cleaning, going back and forth between the two rooms had run away quickly, deciding to stay out of firing range. Bellatrix said nothing; though she could hear her heart beating faster in pure fear of what he could do to her, she didn't try to slap him again.
"You've got a lot of fight for little girl, but little girls like you don't stand much chance against big guys like me," he said as he pressed her against the table, breathing her in as he felt her involuntarily tremble beneath him. He was taller than her and far bigger in breadth, his shoulders and back broad though he was only two years older than her. At his words she attempted to get loose but his grasp only tightened further while he smirked the slightest bit, "And I'm going to love every second of conditioning your fight," he paused only a moment to watch her expression, his one hand firm around her wrist as he pressed her with his own body into the table, the other arm trapping her in place, "I can make you great, you know. I can make you… more."
She gulped, though her expression remained as blank as possible as she replied, "get off me."
"Do you really want that?" he frowned sarcastically, his arm that was trapping her slowly moving closer before he grasped her and easily pulled her up onto the table, releasing her wrist and pulling her in against his body – he was hardly giving her a choice.
Opening her mouth to speak Bellatrix suddenly gulped again, but before she could say anything he had leant only closer in towards her, having trapped her easily and now between her legs, his palms pressing to the table as he tilt his head on glancing down at her overly exposed body, he couldn't help but say none too gently, "That was only too easy. Don't tell me you let all men between your legs this easily?"
Her hand came up again to slap him, but he caught her wrist, almost threatening to break her wrist as he twisted it so hard he elicited a wince from the young witch while he tutted, "Don't even think about it."
Perhaps she had been wrong from the other night to be so quick to dismiss him as no threat. He was strong, and he seemed unrelenting. She cursed him silently, how could he have gotten her so easily so defenceless, so vulnerable? He leant into her, his lips inches from her neck as her pulse only raced faster, breathing her in once more none too discreetly. He was silent for only a few moments more; desperate to taste her skin and make her bleed for him.
She was beautiful, dangerous and so easy to corrupt – how couldn't he? He could feel her heart beat, sense her fear and her undisclosed desires. A little taste couldn't hurt. He kissed the hot skin of her neck. He felt her breath catch before his teeth grazed her skin, immediately rendering her powerless to him as he felt her give in beneath him, the slightest of sighs escaping her lips as she dropped her head back only ever so slightly, silently giving him permission.
Her long nails dragged up his arms, feeling the dense muscle as her fingers slipped into the sleeves of his t-shirt ever so slightly, painted fingernails sinking into his flesh as her leg hooked around the back of his, drawing him in closer to her body.
He was frenzied and he was about to lose his self-control and just take her there and then for all he cared. Damn her for it, damn her to hell – he was craving the feel of her skin against his; his hands moved from her ass, to her waist, to grip the back of her neck as he sunk his teeth into the flesh of her upper neck, only melting her further into him.
Rodolphus prided himself on being able to get what he wanted when he wanted it – and when Bellatrix suddenly sunk her nails into him and pushed him away again, his temper almost flared to the breaking point. But he couldn't scare her away yet, she needed to be secured as his first, she needed to have no choice but to do as he said; then he could have his way with her.
"No," she said simply as she held her arm out, forcing him to stay away, "You can't have me."
"I want you, Black. And you'll be mine," he said calmly, raising a brow only ever so slightly as he gripped her arm to move it and closed the distance between the two once more, "whether you like it or not."
She leant back as he leant in towards her and spoke once more, "Are you scared I'm going to tell my brother? He likes you, sweetheart. But I'm perfect for you. Face it, you're going to be mine. And I'm going to bet you'll see that sooner or later."
He was temptation at its finest, his eyes dark as he looked her over, slowly forcing her to succumb like the devil himself was stood above her, asserting his dominance over her. But he was just a man. She scoffed at him, "Don't hold your breath on it."
Rodolphus's lips curled for barely a second and only the slightest bit, his cool expression calm as he suddenly gripped Bellatrix by her hips, pulling her in closer. She leant back further as his unrelenting grip held to her but she couldn't escape him. His hand was fast in her hair, gripping it tightly as he pulled her in to him without giving her a choice. His mouth was on hers within a second kissing her as if injecting her with his poison. For a few moments she didn't stop him and in fact she kissed him back, leaning into him slowly before she finally pulled away from him as she had done before.
"Do you not learn your lesson?" she couldn't help but muse as his grip tightened in her hair to pull her head back. She refused to wince in pain though he was hurting her the slightest bit. She grinned, licking her lips as she asked, "or are you just stupid?"
A low growl escaped the back of his throat but he refrained from snapping back or worse. But she clearly wanted to push him to see how far he would go. Her slender leg slid around the back of his, drawing him in only closer to her body.
"You know there's no point denying me what I want," He murmured as he breathed her in.
"Go ahead," she said slowly, "be a man and take what you want."
"One day you won't be able to stop me." He answered lowly, rather roughly letting go of her.
Their game of back and forth was pushing him over the edge, but he knew how to control himself better – he knew if he did something he might regret, she would get scared away and possibly even try and hex him every time he came close. He didn't want to make her bitter, not so quickly.
Pausing a moment or two, he finally decided to let it go. He could see behind the hard exterior, there was an innocent little girl still in there somewhere – just waiting to be corrupted.
