"Roddy!" Bellatrix called, gripping her arm tightly. Her mark was burning, for the first time in months.
"Yep, mine too!" he called back from upstairs. A moment later he was running down the stairs, holding her cloak. He passed it to her, watching as she put it around her and fastened it up.
"I'd forgotten how much it hurts," Bellatrix said, putting one arm around him.
"I hadn't," Rodolphus replied, bending down and kissing her briefly on the lips. "But I had forgotten how beautiful you look in that cloak."
Bellatrix smiled up at him as they disappeared, enjoying the feeling of his grip tightly around her.
As they walked through the doors into the throne room, Bellatrix could see from the distance that he looked different, although she couldn't quite work out how. She looked around her as they crossed the room, and she could see they were amongst the last to arrive. She stopped walked a few metres away from him and let Rodolphus greet him, as was customary in these large meetings.
Keeping her eyes lowered, trying not to shake from excitement at seeing him again, Bellatrix stepped forwards as Rodolphus retreated. She dropped to one knee before him, bending forwards and bringing the bottom his robes to her lips. She realised that the bright red lipstick she was wearing was probably going to transfer onto his robes, although she quite liked the sound of that.
She finally looked up, cautiously, into his face. Her stomach instantly dropped and she almost gasped loudly.
His eyes were bright red.
He caught her gaze, a tiny smirk on his lips as he saw her expression. Somehow, impossibly, he was even more beautiful with these strange new eyes. She realised that he was the man from her dreams. She felt the room spinning slightly, her mouth was dry and her core was throbbing with desire.
"Are you quite well, Madam Lestrange?" he murmured, amusement evident in his voice.
"Yes, my Lord," she replied hurriedly, bowing her head once more and moving herself away from him, to her place next to Rodolphus in the circle. Evan was smirking at her from the other side of the circle and Bellatrix was aware she was probably going to get another slap from Rodolphus when they got home.
Lucius was now heading towards the circle from the door, merely bowing to the Dark Lord before taking his place. Bellatrix hated how much Lucius was able to get away with, although she knew she'd be able to get away with the same from Voldemort, just not her husband.
She didn't dare look at Voldemort again.
The meeting began. He looked to each person in the circle around him, asking what they had been doing for his cause in his absence. One person dared to say that he had been unsuccessful in achieving anything, and he was dead on the floor before he'd finished his sentence. The Dark Lord got to Rodolphus, who stepped forwards and knelt before rattling off a long list of things he'd done.
"Good," Voldemort said, as Rodolphus returned to his place. Bellatrix expected him to skip her and move on to the person next to her, however he clearly had other ideas. "Madam Lestrange, perhaps you will indulge me?"
Swallowing nervously, Bellatrix stepped forwards and dropped onto one knee, keeping her head down. "I accompanied Rodolphus and Evan on several outings," she said softly.
"Have you killed anyone yet?" he asked, his voice quiet.
"Yes, my Lord," Bellatrix responded, peeping up at him through her eyelashes. Her stomach lurched again, he was unbelievably handsome with his new red eyes. She looked back down. "I believe I have taken my total to eleven now."
"I am pleased to hear it," Voldemort replied. "Thank you, Madam Lestrange."
Taking that as her dismissal, Bellatrix stood up and moved backwards into her space in the circle. She looked down at her hands and realised that they were shaking. It was surreal being back in his presence, he was so perfect and sexy in every way.
He completed his rounds, finally standing up and moving into the middle of the circle. "You will see that my appearance has changed," he said, his voice warm. "I have been as busy as you, my loyal followers, during my period of absence. I have increased my power and resilience." Bellatrix had finally dared to look up at him, seeing him surveying everyone. "With that in mind, I have decided it is finally time to move forward." He turned around, walking down one side of the circle. "We must grow. We must recruit heavily if we wish to take over."
Voldemort turned again, looking down Bellatrix's side of the group. His eyes met hers briefly, but Bellatrix looked away as soon as they did. She couldn't look at him without giving everything she was feeling away, not even considering the Legilimency he was surely using against her.
"I would like everyone to begin recruiting. Those worthy may be brought to me to bear my mark." He stopped walking, looking around him. "If I find you have brought someone to me who is not worthy…" He paused, knowing he did not need to finish his sentence. It wouldn't be nice. "I wish for high quality followers, my friends. We must have quality in our quantity." He slowly walked back to his throne, sitting down. "Is there any other business?" No one moved. Voldemort chuckled slightly. "Very well. You are dismissed."
Exhaling, half in relief and half in disappointment, Bellatrix looked to Rodolphus. He was kind of glaring at her, and he grabbed her wrist and disapparated them out of the room. They re-appeared in the parlour. There was another crack behind them and Bellatrix realised that Rabastan had come back too.
"Drinks," Rodolphus said, snapping his fingers at her. Knowing she only had herself to blame, Bellatrix did as she was told and poured them a drink each. She passed them out, trying to ignore Rabastan's smirk, before heading back to make herself one. "Not for you," Rodolphus snapped. "Come here."
Putting the bottle down, Bellatrix turned to face him. He was leaning one arm causally on the mantle piece of the fireplace. He looked annoyed.
"Roddy…" she mumbled.
"No," he said, downing his drink in one. "You were looking at him tonight."
Bellatrix frowned slightly. "At the Dark Lord?" she asked.
"Yes, at the fucking Dark Lord!" Rodolphus shouted back. "In a way I will not tolerate."
"Roddy, I was startled by his eyes," she said, her eyes wide. "You are my husband, not him. I would not-"
He struck her hard across the face, cutting her off. Bellatrix gasped, standing upright and holding her cheek. "Get out of my sight," Rodolphus snarled.
Deciding that was probably the best course of action, Bellatrix turned away from him, noticing Rabastan's smirk in her direction. Hastily, she left the room and ran upstairs. As she glanced in the mirror, she could see that the mark on her cheek was a shade of pale pink. She knew that would change overnight.
She sat on the corner of the bed, trying not to cry. She was dreading Rodolphus coming up here, because she knew further humiliating punishment would come with him. Slowly, she pulled off her robes and crawled into bed. Maybe if she could be asleep by the time he came up, he would leave her alone.
x-x
Rodolphus had gone out the next evening. Staying at home was making Bellatrix feel uncomfortable – it didn't really feel like a home again following the events of last night. He'd left her alone all day. Bellatrix didn't mind, but she knew that it wouldn't last.
She'd decided to sit in the library at the Dark Lord's house, assuming he'd be too busy with his return to be indulging in books. It was cosy in here, quiet, and after a couple of hours of safe solitude she was beginning to feel calmer.
Bellatrix jumped as she heard the door open, looking up to see if it was Rodolphus. She couldn't decide if she was pleased to see that it was the Dark Lord himself walking into the room. He didn't notice her at first, and Bellatrix bowed her head over her book, hoping that her hair would hide her face and that he would leave her alone.
"Ah, Madam Lestrange," she heard him say after a couple of minutes. Bellatrix flinched slightly, slowly looking up at him. He was still on the other side of the room and was studying a shelf.
"Good evening, my Lord," she replied quietly, hoping he wouldn't come any closer.
"You've been spending a lot of time here?" he asked, pulling a book down from the shelf and studying it for a moment before turning to face her.
"I have. I apologise if I am in your way, my Lord," she responded after a moment.
He crossed the room to her in two strides, sitting across from her. "You are always welcome here, Bellatrix," he said. He frowned as he caught sight of the bruise. "Were you out on a raid today?"
Bellatrix shook her head, forcing a smile to her lips. "Not today, my Lord, no," she said softly.
He smirked at her. "Does that school not teach healing spells any more?" he asked, his eyebrows raised.
Bellatrix looked back down to her book. "I'm not very good at them," she responded softly.
"I don't believe that," Voldemort replied. She felt his hand under her chin, forcing her gaze back to him. "You're not very good at lying to me, Bellatrix."
"Please, my Lord…" she mumbled, hearing how weak her voice sounded.
Voldemort released his hold on her, sitting back in his chair and sighing. "Bellatrix, I have had many women ask to join me." He drummed his fingers irritably on the arm of his chair. "As you know, you are the only one I have marked. Do you know why?"
Bellatrix allowed a small smile to come to her face. "Because you think I'm pretty?" she asked, shrugging slightly.
Voldemort chuckled. "You are beautiful, not pretty," he said, smirking. Bellatrix blushed slightly, looking back to the book to try and hide it from him. "They were all fuelled by money or power and influence," he continued quietly. "But you… You believe, with all of your heart, in me."
Bellatrix looked back up at him, smiling brightly. "I do, my Lord."
"More than any other that bears my mark."
Bellatrix met his eyes and held his gaze. "Really?"
Voldemort nodded. "You have amazing strength." He reached across the table, placing his hand on hers. All Bellatrix could see was his bright red eyes. "You must stand up to your husband. You're much better at duelling than he is."
"It's not a question of that," Bellatrix replied, shaking her head. "He can overpower me physically. He is huge."
"Why have you kept the bruise?" Voldemort asked, reaching up and pressing his fingers against her cheek. "It looks sore."
Bellatrix recoiled slightly, moving away from his touch. "You must have more important calls upon your time, my Lord," she said, forcing another smile to her face.
"I always have time for you, Bellatrix," he said, frowning again. "Answer my question."
Bellatrix swallowed. "I am not to heal the marks," she murmured.
"And what if I tell you that you have to?" Voldemort asked, resting his hands on hers again.
Looking up at him, Bellatrix could feel her eyes filling with tears. "My Lord, please… This is not your concern."
"Why will he not let you heal yourself?" Voldemort continued, his eyes narrowed now.
Bellatrix sighed lightly. "So that everyone will know who owns me and everyone will see his mark upon me."
Voldemort was shaking his head. "And what did you do to deserve this?" he asked, squeezing her hand. Bellatrix had never felt so confused about anything in her life. He was the Dark Lord, the most affectionate she'd ever seen him had been with his hand up a woman's dress in the middle of a pub.
Bellatrix shook her head. She couldn't find the words for that question. She could feel the tears brewing in her eyes again, and she tilted her head away from him.
"Bella."
She jumped a little at that, unused to hearing anyone apart from Rodolphus call her that any more. She looked back up, seeing him staring at her.
"He didn't like the way I looked at you last night," Bellatrix whispered in reply, staring at her book. "Rodolphus is… possessive… He hates to think that you may have… a… a… claim… of me…" She cleared her throat, taking a deep breath.
Their eyes met over the table, and Bellatrix felt a jolt of desire coursing through her veins. She swallowed, noticing his eyes turning darker red.
"I'll be fine," she added, slightly pointlessly.
"Of course you will," he replied coolly.
Bellatrix looked down, seeing his hand on hers still. It felt nice, although he was quite cold. "Did your travels go well?" she asked softly.
"Yes," Voldemort responded with a nod. He was silent for a moment, looking down at her hand in contemplation. "You received my note?"
Swallowing nervously, Bellatrix nodded. "And… the rose." She finally looked up at him. "You don't need to protect me from him."
"I know I don't need to," he said quietly. "But I will all the same." His hand squeezed hers lightly, before letting go. "I hope you weren't too upset when I didn't summon you." Bellatrix shrugged slightly, not willing to tell him the truth but equally unwilling to lie. "You can tell me."
Bellatrix looked up at him. "I was devastated," she murmured.
Voldemort nodded. "You're so loyal."
Bellatrix smiled. "I am," she replied.
He paused, looking down and away from her. "I am meant to be meeting Lucius. Would you like to come?"
"Not like this," she responded flatly. "I can't see Lucius like this. I don't want him to know how…" She cut herself off. She couldn't bear to say out loud that she was unhappy. "I can't."
Voldemort nodded, standing up slowly. "Another time perhaps."
"My Lord…" She stood up, looking across the table at him. He looked back. There were a million things she wanted to say to him, but was completely unable to. "Welcome back."
A small smile appeared on his face, and he nodded again. "Thank you, Bella."
Bellatrix watched as he left, before sitting back down with a thump. Every time he walked away from her, it was terribly painful.
She fleetingly wondered if she was falling for him. That would be disastrous indeed.
x-x
A week later, Rodolphus was back to being nice. He'd healed the mark on her face, kissing the spot and proclaiming he'd only done it because he was jealous he couldn't just lock her away from the sight of every other man.
Bellatrix was pleased, but much more wary and afraid of him and his unpredictable nature than she'd ever been.
He'd decided they should go out that night. He'd made a huge effort to choose her clothes and watch her get ready, but Bellatrix was not deceived. He felt guilty and didn't know how else to make it up to her without actually apologising.
His friends had arrived shortly after, so he'd gone downstairs to drink with them before they went out. Bellatrix sat down, staring into the mirror. She didn't want to go. All of the men stared at her when Rodolphus's arm was not around her, and all the women glared when it was. Being the Lestrange wife was difficult. Bellatrix yearned for a simple life, with her books and perhaps with the Dark Lord. She hated being married, she was no longer free to do as she pleased.
He'd dressed her in black again. She felt like a widow. As she looked down, she was pleased that this dress was shorter than normal, reaching just above her knee with a flared skirt. The dress itself was made from the softest black lace, and with her high black stilettos she knew she looked lovely. With the elbow length sleeves, just short enough to show off her dark mark, and an elegant neckline, the sapphire and ruby adorned silver necklace he'd got her looked beautiful.
It just didn't mean anything.
The necklace was like her life – meaningless. He'd bought it to show his wealth off, like he'd bought her. The expensive jewels made her feel disgusted and cheap.
She jumped as she heard him calling her, and quickly headed towards the stairs. Rodolphus, Rabastan and their friends were all stood at the bottom, watching her descend. Rodolphus held his hand out to her, which she hastily took, and he disapparated them.
As soon as they entered, Rodolphus had left her side and had gone to speak to people she didn't know. Sighing lightly, she ordered herself a drink, looking over at him. There were a couple of young ladies at the table as well, one of them staring obviously at Rodolphus. Not feeling confident enough to go over to them, she took a sip of her drink.
"Bellatrix!" she heard someone say, and as she turned she realised it was Evan.
"Evan," she said, grinning at her cousin and hugging him. She'd never been so pleased to see him. "I don't know why I'm surprised to see you."
Evan grinned back. "Lost Rodolphus already?" he asked, ordering a drink. Bellatrix shrugged, not willing to say. "Come and sit with us." He took her wrist and lead her around the corner. Bellatrix was about to ask who 'us' was, but then she realised as she caught sight of the large table at the back of the room. Her stomach dropped slightly.
Sitting at the table was the Dark Lord, Lucius and five other people Bellatrix couldn't quite place.
"Look who I found!" Evan called, sitting down.
Bellatrix kind of froze as the Dark Lord caught her gaze. He had some strange effect on her, nothing she had ever felt before.
"Madam Lestrange," he said, smirking at her. He obviously knew what she was thinking. "Come and sit with me." He gestured to the seat next to him, and knowing very well Rodolphus was going to hate it, she did what she was told. She was thankful that Evan was on the other side of her. "Where is your husband?" he asked.
"Just on the other side of the bar, my Lord," she said, very quietly, feeling slightly uncomfortable.
"If I had a wife, just half as beautiful as you, I would never let her leave my side," he responded, quietly as well.
"You don't strike me as the marrying type of man, my Lord," Bellatrix responded with a smile.
"You'd be surprised," he replied, smiling back. "Sadly for me, most of the pureblood ladies are married or ugly. Or children."
Bellatrix laughed, sipping on her wine. Then she noticed Rodolphus coming over, and she felt a bit nervous. "I'm going to move on with Rabastan and his mates," he said, leaning over the table. "See you at home." Then without another word, he turned and walked away.
"I'd happily kill him and marry you," the Dark Lord whispered into her ear. "You deserve better."
Bellatrix laughed again, before catching sight of his face. "Oh… You're serious?" she asked, frowning.
He moved away from her slightly, smirking. Bellatrix felt stupid. "Rodolphus is important to me. Perhaps… One day, you might replace him. But not yet." Leaning closer, he brought his lips to her ear. "He will drive you into my arms. Mark my words. Rodolphus is not worthy of you and you will belong to me."
Swallowing, Bellatrix looked into his red eyes. "I already do," she murmured. He looked back at her with narrowed eyes, his expression slightly confused, as if he didn't understand her. Bellatrix lost her nerve – his red gaze had become more intense. She dragged her gaze away from his. "Err… I'm going to get a drink," she mumbled, tapping Evan on the leg to get his attention. "Drink?" she asked, pulling a face at him.
"Sure," Evan said. "I don't turn down a drink, is Lestrange paying?"
Bellatrix smiled at him, straightening her skirt as she stood up. She turned to the others. "Whiskey, anyone?" she asked, seeing how the gaze of the Dark Lord lingered on her. She didn't dare meet his eyes.
"Just get a bottle," Evan replied, grabbing her wrist and leading her to the bar. "What was he whispering to you?" he asked, frowning. "You were so tense."
"He said…" Bellatrix glanced over to where Rodolphus had been, pleased to see that him and his friends were gone. "He said I will belong to him. He said Rodolphus will drive me into his arms."
Evan raised his eyebrows. "He's used to getting his own way."
"I know," Bellatrix mumbled. "It's just… Evan, he's so good looking."
Evan laughed. "So you do fancy him?"
Bellatrix shook her head, not even sure herself how she felt about him. "I'm married. He's… the Dark Lord. It doesn't matter." She grabbed the bottle that had been placed on the bar. "Where'd you think Rodolphus went?"
"I don't care," Evan replied, tilting his head and watching as a young woman walked past him. Her skirt was short. "But if he's left you here alone, I would probably guess he's found another woman for tonight."
Bellatrix gasped, looking at him. "Evan!"
Evan looked back at her, with pity. "Sorry," he said, picking up a glass. "Old habits die hard. You will have to do something spectacular to keep him in your bed." He moved closer to her. "Bellatrix. You've got to trust me here. Don't say a word to him about it." He grabbed her wrist again. "Come on. You have to please the Dark Lord."
They moved back around the corner, and Bellatrix was almost sick with what she supposed was jealousy as she saw the woman was now perched on the Dark Lord's lap, whispering into his ear. He smirked, as soon as he saw she'd seen, keeping her gaze as she approached with the bottle and glasses. Not wanting anyone to realise how she was feeling, she poured several drinks out and passed them around. Lucius caught her gaze as she passed him a drink, a smirk on his features, but she ignored him.
One thing she knew… She was going to become the Dark Lord's favourite, one way or the other. When she poured him his drink and held it out to him, she caught his gaze and smiled. He looked surprised for a moment, but as he looked back into her eyes she could see he knew what she was thinking. He smiled back, pushing the other woman from his lap and standing up. Bellatrix didn't even have chance to see her expression, the Dark Lord was blocking her view. He raised his glass to hers. Feeling confident, Bellatrix tapped his glass, smirking at him as she downed it.
"Better," was all he said. He downed his glass, before reaching out and grabbing her marked arm. He trailed his fingers very lightly down her mark, smirking as he heard her inhaled gasp. She couldn't believe how nice it felt. "That night I met you first. At your wedding. You were so furious with me, it was wonderful to have someone feel like that about me and not be scared."
He glanced over his shoulder, and Bellatrix could see the woman he'd been with glaring at her. "That one is terrified of me," he said, turning to look at her again. "And she's not even seen what I'm capable of. You have. And yet, you can look me in the eye and openly laugh at me, when you're feeling confident enough." He brought her hand up towards his lips, kissing her knuckles very gently. "I'm going to take her home and fuck her now," he murmured. "But it will be you I think of."
Absolutely stunned, Bellatrix watched as he went back over to the woman and took her hand. He said something quietly to her, before looking back at Bellatrix as he disapparated both of them.
When he was gone, Bellatrix sat down, pouring herself a drink and downing it once more. She looked over at Evan, who came to her side quickly. She poured him a drink too, looking at him with wide eyes. "Don't even think about it," Evan said, shaking his head. "He wants what he can't have."
"But, Evan…" Bellatrix said, shaking her head.
"Trust me, I've been around him for a long time. He has a different woman every night." Evan poured them both more whiskey. "If you value your mark, you will continue to let him feel this way about you. If he has you… He won't want you any longer."
Bellatrix slumped back in her seat, sighing. "I hate men," she said softly. She tilted her head to look at Evan. "Apart from you."
Evan smirked at her. "You would hate me if I wasn't your cousin." He pressed a gentle kiss against her cheek. "Someone has to look after you."
Bellatrix smiled at him. She was glad to finally have something in common with Evan, she realised she'd probably always been an annoying little girl in his opinion. After a few more drinks, she decided to take herself home. She didn't feel particularly drunk so was happy to apparate. When she got home, the house was quiet. Sighing lightly, she headed up to their bedroom, unsurprised to find it empty and undisturbed. She slid into bed, shivering slightly, unable to believe how lonely married life made her feel. She wondered where Rodolphus could be.
Unhappily, she fell asleep.
x-x
Bellatrix woke up the next morning, feeling completely fine. She was pleased she didn't have a hangover; she'd wanted to catch up on her reading. Slowly, she stood up and got out of bed, getting dressed and ready. She still wasn't surprised to find that Rodolphus was not there. She didn't mind particularly, she knew how grouchy he would be if he was very hungover.
She headed down the stairs, about to turn towards the dining room when she heard two voices – one unmistakably Rodolphus's and the other was a female voice. Eyes wide, she stopped on her tracks and continued down the stairs, into the entrance hall.
Rodolphus was kissing another woman, near to the front door, apparently saying goodbye to her.
She instantly felt her blood boil. How dare Rodolphus bring another woman into their house! She pulled her wand out, moving towards them. The woman froze in Rodolphus's embrace, seeing her over his shoulder. She was tapping him frantically on the shoulder as if telling him to stop.
Finally, he turned around and saw her. He scowled, realising he'd been caught.
"What the fuck, Rodolphus?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him. The woman made to move towards the door, but Bellatrix locked it with a flick of her wand. "Don't even think about it, bitch," she snarled, crossing the room towards them.
She turned to Rodolphus, looking up at him. He didn't look particularly bothered, but Bellatrix was not going to turn a blind eye to this. She reached up and slapped him on the face, will all of her might. His hand automatically went to his face – she didn't think for a moment she had really hurt him, but she hoped that she had shocked him. Then Bellatrix turned towards the woman, who was still dressed in last night's outfit, very high heels – although Bellatrix was pleased that the ones she was wearing now were higher – and smudged make up.
"Rodolphus is married," she hissed, grabbing her by the throat, digging her long nails into her golden skin. "Something that all witches interested in him know."
"Bellatrix…" she heard Rodolphus say behind her. She ignored him, focussing instead on the look of fear on the woman's face. She squeezed tighter.
"To come back to our house and spend the night in one of my beds with my husband is just disgusting," she told the woman. Then, without a moment of thought, she jabbed her in the side with her wand. "Crucio," she whispered, letting go of her throat and watching in satisfaction as she fell to the floor, crying out. Bellatrix kicked her for good measure, turning to Rodolphus as she continued the spell. For the first time, Rodolphus was looking at her with admiration. She glared at him, before removing the spell from his whore.
"How can you let her do that to me, Rodolphus?" she asked him, panting and crying.
Rodolphus shrugged. "She's my wife, she can do what she likes." Without further ado, he turned and headed back up the stairs. Bellatrix could see he was heading towards the dining room.
Bellatrix bent over the woman, smirking down at her. "I will always win against sluts like you," she said. "I beat all of you pathetic Death Eater wannabes."
"What does that make you?" the woman spat back, moving away from her and sitting up.
"Oh, I've got the mark," Bellatrix responded, grinning now. "I'm the only woman with it. The Dark Lord dotes on me." She flicked her wand towards the door, unlocking it. "See yourself out."
Feeling quite pleased with the way she had handled the situation, Bellatrix headed to the dining room. She slammed the door behind her; pleased to see Rodolphus wince at the sound. Glaring, she sat down opposite him, helping herself to some food.
"That was hot," Rodolphus said, nonchalantly.
"You can shut the fuck up," Bellatrix responded, not looking up at him.
"Don't speak to me like that," he said, his voice gruff.
Bellatrix's gaze snapped up to his. "I will speak to you how I want to, from now on," she said, glaring darkly. "You brought another woman to our house, where you fucked her and slept next to her, whilst I was asleep in another room. What sort of a man does that?"
Rodolphus shrugged, taking a drink of his coffee.
"And why is it acceptable for you to do it, but not for me?"
Rodolphus glared at her now. "If another man so much as touches you, I will kill you," he said, his voice dark now. "Do not doubt me, Bellatrix."
Bellatrix laughed. "As if you could. The Dark Lord would be furious with you."
"He can keep his nose out of my marriage," he snarled at her. Their eyes met, and for a moment Bellatrix couldn't help but feel very attracted to him. She could see his gaze heating as he looked into her eyes, and she knew she wasn't going to be able to stay angry with him. "Come here."
Keeping his gaze, Bellatrix shook her head. "No way. I'm furious with you."
He smirked, standing up suddenly. Bellatrix swallowed, aware of how big and tall he was. Slowly, he walked around the table until he was behind her. She felt him tugging gently on her hair, pulling her head back so she was looking upwards at him. "I've never seen you as passionate as you just were," he said, leaning over her and kissing her neck. Bellatrix bit her lip to prevent herself from moaning. "It's very attractive, Bella."
Bellatrix shut her eyes as he continued to kiss her, feeling for a moment like she did the first time she met him. If all she'd needed to do was curse the hell out of the whores who stole his attention from her, she'd have done it much sooner. Maybe this was the way to capture his heart, by pushing him away. "Fuck off, Rodolphus," she said, opening her eyes. His gaze on her was warm and interested.
Rodolphus grabbed her hair in a tighter hold, forcing her to stand up. Bellatrix glared at him. He simply laughed, turning her around, bending her over and pressing her upper body firmly against the table. "You are my wife, and this is my entitlement," he whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "You are not allowed to say no to me." He pulled back, his hands sliding her dress up around her waist.
Bellatrix was throbbing with desire, all over. As soon as he pulled her knickers down, he was going to see.
He slapped her arse a few times. "You pretend you hate me, Bellatrix, but you're still wearing those shoes."
"That's because it draws the attention of other men as well as you," she responded, knowing he was going to go really hard on her now.
He grabbed her hair, forcing her head back again. "Don't lie to me," he snarled in her ear. "You belong to me, Bellatrix." He roughly yanked her knickers down around her ankles, before forcing her head back down onto the table. "Do you think any other cock will satisfy you, now you've had mine?"
Bellatrix considered for a moment, as she could hear him unbuckling his trousers. She supposed the Dark Lord probably had a big cock too. His hands pressed against the small of her back, digging his erect cock into the flesh of her arse.
"Ask me to fuck you," Rodolphus said, his voice slightly cold.
"No way," Bellatrix snapped back, even though she really wanted him to.
Rodolphus slapped her arse hard. "Ask for it, or I'll put it up your arsehole."
"Put that thing anywhere near my arsehole and I will hex your balls off," she responded aggressively.
He pressed himself against her. "I'll do it," he said, threateningly into her ear. She felt his tongue against her skin and she couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips.
"Please fuck me," she said, finally giving in.
"Who owns you?" he asked, re-adjusting his position. She felt fingers sliding between her legs, and she moaned loudly.
"You do, Rodolphus," she replied, clawing at the table.
He grunted, before he pushed into her. He withdrew almost instantly and starting pounding her hard. Bellatrix moaned, gripping the tablecloth. His hand made its way into her hair, pulling her backwards as he ploughed into her.
"Fuck!" she mumbled as he hit a particularly nice spot inside of her. She felt her orgasm squeezing him inside of her, and when she heard his shout she knew he was done too.
He pulled out, stepping back from her and releasing her hair. Panting slightly, Bellatrix looked up at him. All of her earlier fire had died, and suddenly she didn't feel like she could stand up to him anymore. He scared her too much. "I will fuck who I like, Bellatrix," he said, and she could hear his belt buckling up. "Never forget that. I own you, you do not own me."
Feeling disgusted, both with herself and with him, Bellatrix straightened up. She didn't dare speak. She watched as he sat back down and continued to eat his breakfast, trying to hide her expression.
"I expect you to smile at my mistresses in future. If I invite them for breakfast, you will sit there quietly and remember that I own you."
Bellatrix felt physically sick. This was something no wife should have to endure, and to be honest she didn't know how she was going to endure it. She was a Black, with pure blood. Her husband should treat her with respect. "Would you excuse me?" she said after a moment of watching him eat.
"No," Rodolphus replied coldly. "You can stand there until I have finished eating."
Feeling ridiculous, Bellatrix clenched the back of the chair with both of her hands, wishing that she could just kill him now. She thought about the Dark Lord for a moment, remembering why she couldn't just kill him.
She was sure many women before her had endured worse. She would have to put up with it, for now, because she was sure something would change eventually. Life couldn't continue to be this bad forever.