AUTHOR'S NOTE: This has become an incredibly dark story. This chapter is slightly different in the way it is written but I hope everyone enjoys it.
WARNING: Graphic sex.

You're so sudden and sweet on your legs, knuckles, knees.
Head's blow clean off, your mouth paid off.
Fuck me till we know what's unsafe and I'll paint,
over the evidence.

Evidence – Marilyn Manson

"Let me ruin you." He growled lowly, his voice dark, heavy, hungry for her.
It wasn't a question, it was a demand, his fingers were stained in something, but as she bought his hand to her lips to lick the crimson liquid off, of course, it was her blood. His face was obscured by the slight darkness, the only light in the room being the moon outside.
His hands closed in on her throat as she answered him, "You already have."
His lips moved to her jaw as she tilted her head back, beckoning him in, giving him her flesh, giving her everything to the man she devoted her life to.
"I can destroy you. Tear you limb from limb, one by one, slowly."
"Do it." She answered in a purr, her long nails raking his back as he lay himself above her.
"I'll torture you." He breathed against her skin as he pressed his body down on to hers, purposefully on her still hurt stomach though she didn't even flinch. His lips a bare inch from hers, his fingers tightened their grip on her throat, restricting her breathing.
"Do it." She answered in a slight choke.
He lifted her thigh to hook around his waist and press harder on to her, crushing her damaged body beneath his rough, hard, muscular one, threatening to break her. She breathed him in, not letting out even the smallest of whimpers, filling her senses with him, his thick, musky smell, lust; it was all she could taste off him.
She let out a sudden stifled cry of pain as he sank his teeth in to collarbone which soon changed in to a moan as he thrust himself in to her wet core with little regard for her body, little care for her. He picked up a knife from his bedside, letting go of her throat but placing the knife against it loosely.
"I'll rip your guts out, torture you, make you bleed." He growled lowly with a heavy breath as he started moving his hips back and forth, slowly but deeply slamming his hips to hers in a regular pace.
"Do it." She purred with a moan, her eyes fluttering closed for barely a moment as her nails dug harder in to his hot skin, tearing ever so slightly at his flesh.
He growled deeply, angry that she could mark him like that when all she was to him was his toy, his play-thing he could toss aside after use, she was something of his to ruin, to plague her mind with dirty, filthy things, nightmares.
His knife pressed to her throat a little harder, several beads of blood springing to the surface of her skin, but she was too distracted by his rough thrusts in to her wet core, drawing him in deeper and deeper with every one of his thrusts. Throwing his knife aside, his tongue found the cut on her throat, before his lips closed around it to such at the blood, making her wince in pain but moan in pleasure at the same time. His teeth suddenly dug in to her skin as he started ramming harder in to her, his hips hitting hers with every thrust as his teeth exposed the cut to the air, making her mewl and sink her claw like nails in to his arms.
A repetitive desire neither of them could ever resist, he wounds her and pleasures himself with her body, but his pleasure is her pleasure. She always begs him not to ruin her skin, not to taint her blood, but she knows it's too late, she knows what he's capable of.
His tongue like fire as he dragged it across the wound, it burned her, sent shivers down her spine. She reawakened into the familiar sensation. He slipped her hand up to grip a handful of her hair, bundle it tightly in to a fist, forcing her to look at him all the while keeping a faster but much rougher pace. His hips slammed to hers, eliciting mewl after mewl, moan after moan from her. Her body ached for her sweet release, to feel the pleasure he takes out of her body. She couldn't care less of the consequences, she wanted him, wanted him to need her, love her, lust her, desire her, use her.
the latter, he does. The rest, he does not. On gaining entry in to her submissive state of sheer delight, her head tilted back though her eyes remained on his, occasionally to his lips, his perfect lips, she reached forward to him and in return he slammed his lips to hers, forcing immediate entry in to her mouth with his tongue, letting her fingers curl around his shoulders, begging for a breath of air. But he didn't, his intentions were clear, he wanted to suffocate her, tear her apart and ruin her slowly.
His tongue forcing entry in to her mouth roughly had her whimpering and moaning, only spurring him on to hurt her more, make her pass out from lack of air. His fingers gripped tighter at her hair, gripping it rougher, forcing her head back, exposing her neck once more and making the cut in her skin pour down in dangerous streams, much like the tears she had shed not two days ago.
Her arms only wound around his neck tighter as she moaned, taking pleasure of his carnal desire of her body.
Growling, he pushed her back and she gasped for breath, his hands gripped at her wrists and pin them above her head. Her breath unsteady, panting, hard and shallow as he thrust himself harder, faster, rougher in to her with every passing moment.
"Master," she cried out, her back arching through it pained her to do so, "Please can I come, master? Please?"
He grinned down at her and shook his head, though he let his tongue run along the wound once more, drinking down her pure blood he loved to poison. He'd make her pay, make her bleed and suffer and prolong the torture of denying release if she tried.
Her body arched hard in to his, her fingers balling in to fists as she fought his hold on her wrists he could so easily restrain. So strong, she saw no point in trying yet she did anyway, to defy him, anger him, but it only amused him.
"Please!" she begged, clenching her eyes shut momentarily though his free hand moved to grip her jaw roughly, force her to look at him.
"Not until I say," he growled lowly, clearly losing his patience with her, "Hold off or your punishment is worse."
She bit her lip as she looked in to his ice-blue eyes once more, barely able to refrain herself any more she heard an echo of his words; 'beg'.
"Please master, oh please, please, let me come for you, please master," she whimpered, almost crying through her trying not to come, "Please my lord, PLEASE!"
He chuckled darkly and shook his head.
Pulling out of her, he gripped her hips none too gently once more and threw her on to her stomach, eliciting a mewl of pain from her once more and pulling her ass up to him, spreading her legs with his own. He forced himself back in to her slick, wet heat. His fingers didn't touch her but his palms rested above her head on her pillows as he started thrusting once more in to her roughly, with what seemed like ease for him but only prolonged her torture.
"Please master, PLEASE!" she almost screamed, begging him, gasping for breath as her walls clamed around his throbbing, thick, hard shaft with his every thrust, tightening, drawing him severely close as well. Her hands gripped his wrists submissively and her back arched beneath him but he only took his time, pushing her further, testing her. His eyes ran hungrily over her body, his breathing heavy, fuelled with desire, as she ached to be allowed her climax, he tortured her and she held off for the knowledge that her punishment would be far worse.
His thrusts hard enough to break right through her, he was sure she would be sore for days. He wanted to watch her, look at her, so pulling out of her once more, he threw her back down on to her back and immediately slammed back inside of her, eliciting a stifled cry of slight discomfort though she hid it well with a scream of pleasure, the pain of her aching, still bruised body not mattering to her any more at all. He growled darkly, watching her below him with a hungry, lust filled look as she pined, sweat and moaned for him, exhausted and close to tears in need for her release.
His hips hit hers with every one of his thrusts and she whimpered though concealed it with another moan. His ice cold blue eyes stare on to hers, bronze, submissive lust filled gaze, her expression almost glazed over.
His eyes momentarily ran down her chest, but stopped at the pendant between her breasts, the crow skull, he remembered the look on her face as he stabbed Burke. She wasn't focussed, she knew what he was thinking and before she had a chance to protect herself, he slapped her with brute force across the cheek, tearing another whimper from her.
"Master please!" she whined, cried and moaned in a trembling voice, biting her lip so hard it bled, "Please master, please let me come for you, PLEASE!"
"Beg." He answers again, he'd trained her well, she was holding off and though with difficulty, she was succeeding. He slapped her again as she drew deep, blood wrenching lines in to his skin and his thrusts only increased. The muscles in her body unwillingly tightened, not helping her in any way possible.
"PLEASE!" she screamed through grit teeth and a moan, her body about to break if he didn't let her come any time soon.
He leant to her, his thrusts hitting her sweet spot over and over again as he forced her head to turn to run his tongue along her jaw up until her cheekbone.
"Come for me." He growled, demanding her, his voice dangerous, hungry for her. His thrusts roughened as he drew mind blowingly close to his own climax. He didn't have to ask her twice, she screamed in pleasure loud enough to wake the dead and he too reached his climax, barely a second after hers, though he groaned and growled in to his as he filled her up with his thick seed.
She collapsed on to his bed, sweating, panting and whimpering like the whore he degraded her to be. About to reach for him, he sat up and immediately pulled his clothes on.
"Don't go master," she asked quietly as he sat back down on the side of the bed to do up his shirt though he was still sweating underneath his clothes.
"I must," he answered he hadn't forgiven her, her body was still wounded. He nodded slightly as he looked at her, his hand moving to push a few strands of her hair back from her face, "Tomorrow. I'll be back as soon as I kill them; I want to give you something."
"What is it?" she asked, biting her lower lip, pulling the warm blankets up around her body.
"Patience, Bella, you'll find out."
"Yes master." She nodded and he stood, pulling his suit jacket on and straightening his tie. He took a final glance at her, something he'd never done before and she only saw the slightest flash of regret.
"Bellatrix?" he said quietly.
"Yes master?" she answered again, looking up to him.
"You... are my best, don't forget that."
Before she could answer him he had left.
This was the man, the devil that she let in to her bed every night, her master who she described as a God, but other's called a Monster.