A/N: Loving this chapter! Another saucy, steamy one. Lustful Voldemort is so much fun to write and Rose is becoming an increasingly sassy, confident and manipulative little minx! And Voldemort likes it! (Not that he'll admit it of course, he's going down fighting!) SA (The song lyrics described in this chapter are from a song called 'Sleeping with the Enemy' by Burn Season. A great song, perfect for seducing Voldemort with!) SA

'I kinda like you in my soul.

I kinda like you for my selfish ways.

I kinda wonder what makes you tick inside.

I kinda like it when we get close.

When you're around I lose my self control.

I kinda like it when you are wrapped in tight.

Dance for me, seductively,

I'll touch from your lips to the corners of your hips.

The words have been spoken, the battle's been broken.'

"In My Soul" -Parabelle

Sunday 20th August 2000

She was not listening to them anymore. She had to act. Narcissa had begged her to keep calm and not let her jealousy get the better of her. Lucius had merely given her an exasperated look, but when Narcissa had left the room, he had grabbed her by the arm, and threatened that he would hex her himself if she dared to make a move against the Dark Lord's wife and put in jeopardy his families standing with their master. She was certain that the Dark Lord would be grateful for her intervention once the truth came out. Bellatrix poured another goblet of wine, and her thoughts turned again to her masters wife. She was going to make the bitch pay.

For almost three months she had stood in the shadows observing the man she loved with his new wife. She'd been forced to witness his desire for this young woman that he could not quite hide. She had seen the way he looked at the girl, and Bellatrix yearned for him to look on her like that again. She had had almost cried in joy when he had summoned her once again to his room and his bed.

In her excitement, she convinced herself that this girl could not please him like she could, and he had realised that he needed her. But her joy had been short-lived. He had been rough with her, more so than he usually was. She had felt like he was not taking any pleasure from her, but that he was using her body to take out his frustrations on. She had tried to coax him into conversation, but he had barked at her to be quiet, ordered her to dress, and to go back to her own room. And he had not requested her company again. No, his attentions continued to be for the girl. She hated the prick-teasing whore who seemed to have him wrapped around her finger.

Bellatrix remembered the evening, a few nights ago when she had observed them. After dinner Voldemort had bidden those assembled to leave them. She had retreated with the others, but had then quietly returned to watch in the darkness. He had remained seated in his chair, and the girl had asked permission to leave her seat. He nodded in approval, and she had stood and walked slowly to the window.

She stood looking out on the night. 'Thank god for that!' Voldemort looked over at her. 'What do you mean by that?' The girl turned to face him, and laughed. 'I mean, thank god that I am finally free of the company of your friends!' He did not know whether to laugh or be angered at the insult to his followers. 'Why do my friends displease you so much?'

She moved away from the window and over to the stone pillar, resting her back against it. 'Where do I start? Narcissa hates me and looks at me like I'm a piece of filth she wants to destroy. Lucius and Draco fluctuate between sneering at me and appraising me. Bellatrix just gives me her usual evil death stare. I can give you my opinion on the rest of them if you like! I thought you were banning me from these occasions.'

He continued to stare at her. 'And do you wish for Lucius and Draco to "appraise" you?' She heard the dangerous tone in his voice. 'Hardly. They make my skin crawl.' He seemed satisfied with her reply. She smiled inwardly...how easily he took the bait. She pushed herself away from the pillar and began to circle around it. She could feel her power growing within her, and she embraced it. 'The Malfoy's and Bellatrix are among my most faithful and loyal followers. They will be one of the families who will pledge themselves to my heir, so you would do well to be pleasant with them.'

Rose grimaced. 'I'd rather be excused from interacting with them unless absolutely necessary, my Lord. Please allow me to be excused from dining with them.' He looked at her. She was making demands of him again. 'No. I will not allow you to be excused. You will do whatever I tell you to girl. You vowed to be an obedient wife. Remember your place!'

She leant against the pillar. 'How could I forget it, my Lord? But obedience doesn't come to me easily.' The gown that she wore had slipped from one of her shoulders, and she had bent her right knee, allowing the opening in her gown to fall away from her leg and expose it. Voldemort felt the desire for her rise up inside of him. Her expression was innocent, but this girl knew exactly what she was doing. He should be able to stay away from this girl and resist her. He'd had taken her many times, and he should be tired of her presence in his bed by now. He only needed to make her pregnant.

Rose felt his eyes on her, and she knew he would give into his desire at any moment. He was trying to fight and control it, but he would succumb. She just had to wait. 'May I retire for the evening my Lord?' Voldemort's lustful stare changed into a scowl. 'No you cannot. I have not done with you yet. You will retire when I tell you. You really are trying my patience tonight!'

Rose suppressed a smile. She had only just begun to try. 'As you wish, my Lord.' She stood where she was and waited. She continued to look at him. He could not take his eyes from her. She watched as they began to darken with his desire for her. From the shadows Bellatrix's heart constricted with pain, and she wanted to be sick. 'Dance for me,' Voldemort commanded. The girl smiled and inclined her head.

She left her place at the pillar and walked slowly back towards the centre of the room. 'I will choose the song my Lord,' she announced challengingly. Bellatrix gasped. He would surely punish her insolence. 'Is that a request girl, or a demand?' The girl had smiled at him. 'Neither. It's a statement of fact.'

Bellatrix observed the scene, her mouth open with shock. She braced herself, anticipating witnessing the girl's punishment. Her lord spoke. 'And if I say otherwise?' The girl continued smiling. 'Then I refuse to dance for you.' Voldemort's eyes narrowed. 'I can make you.' The girl laughed. Bellatrix could not believe her audacity. He must surely punish her now!

'Yes you can.' Still the bitch's face held a challenging countenance. 'But you won't. For you'll know deep down that I'm not doing so of my own free will. And that does not please you does it?' Bellatrix saw the fury in his eyes, but he did not respond. Why was he allowing this bitch to be so insolent?

The girl stood in the centre of the room, and Voldemort rose from his chair, beginning to pace. 'You are pushing me too far, and playing a dangerous game!' Bellatrix was shocked by what she was witnessing. 'Yes I am, my Lord. But you enjoy it...You know you do.' The girl continued to circle the room, and her masters eyes followed her.

'Life becomes dull without a little danger, a challenge, a little resistance.' The girl spoke again. 'Who wants someone who agrees with all they say, does what they are told and has no spirit about them? Oh yes, you do, my lord…in public of course. Behind closed doors its different!'

He flew at her, and in seconds she was pinned against the wall. Now! Now the bitch will suffer! Bellatrix became excited. The girl laughed again. 'Can't keep your hands off me, can you?' Voldemort breathed heavily and from her vantage point Bellatrix could see his face. Her smile faded. He was angered, but he was aroused as well. 'You have gone too far girl! I will not have it!'

The girl showed very little fear. 'What will you do then, my Lord? Punish me? Torture me? You can make me suffer and scream in pain. If you want, you can kill me, and then I wont be here to anger and infuriate you.'

Voldemort stared at her, his eyes flashing in frustration. 'Don't tempt me!' He growled, his teeth bared. He let go of her abruptly and walked away, resuming his seat. Bella observed as the girl watched him for a few minutes, a small smile playing on her lips. 'Do you wish me to leave you, my Lord?' He turned and looked at her. Bellatrix could see the hint of indecision on his face.

'No. I have commanded you to dance for me and you will do as you are bid! Choose the damned song and be done with it!' The girl curtsied. 'Yes, my Lord.' Bellatrix was rooted to the spot in disbelief at the scene before her. The girl moved from the wall, as a song began to echo around the dining hall. 'As the sun falls away for the night to begin, a hunger is building and it's crawling in my skin…' The girl moved across the room, and his eyes followed her.

She climbed onto the chair, and then onto the table. She stood looking at him seated at the opposite end. She began to move down the table in time to the music, and his eyes never left her. 'You cannot seduce me girl.' he said, but his voice held little conviction. She did not reply, and was now stood directly before him, looking down upon him.

'I've got this addiction I've got a disease. that's taking me over, but i know it sets me free…' Rose placed a foot on his chest and pushed him back against the chair. She moved her foot down to his abdomen. His hand travelled up her leg, past her knee and up the inside of her thigh, until his fingers brushed her genitals. She let out a gasp and smiled down at him in pleasure. 'Hungry for the pain and for the thrill…'

Voldemort stared up at her. Again he was in thrall to her. The sight of her before him made him harden. He could not resist her, but he would never admit it. He wanted her, and he needed her. She was like a drug, and part of him wanted to be free of his addiction. But for the other side of him, giving her up was not an option. He was excited by the desire this girl made him feel. But at the same time he was uneasy. He felt out of control around her, and that she had a hold over him.

Rose pulled her foot away from him and he sat back in the chair watching her. She began undoing the fastenings and slipped her gown from her shoulders. It fell to the table and she was naked before him. 'Thirsty, but you cannot save yourself…'

He was transfixed by the sight of her. He was becoming familiar with her body, but was not tiring of his pleasure every time he laid eyes upon it. She stepped down onto his chair, placing her feet at either side of his thighs. She lowered herself down onto her haunches and then onto her knees until she was sitting on his lap. 'Alone, empty, naked and filthy…' Her finger traced his lips, before she moved it down his chin, onto his throat. Then she undid the fastening of his robe, exposing his body. His muscles contracted at the slight touch of her fingers.

'Face it, you're sleeping with the enemy…' The rest of her hand now rested on his stomach. 'Are you sure I cannot seduce you my lord?' She saw the arousal in his eyes and he exhaled a breath. He did not answer, and she smiled. Her hand travelled down to his genitals,and he groaned at the contact. She felt the swell of them in her hand. He was ready for her.

She adjusted her position until she felt him inside her. He groaned again ,and placed his hands on her hips. She began to move, slowly at first, but then faster when she'd found her rhythm. She grabbed his face with her hands and kissed him deep and hard, her tongue slipping into his mouth. He groaned in pleasure and responded with as much force, biting her lip and drawing blood.

Bellatrix could barely contain herself. The liberties he was allowing the girl, the control she was taking. She had seduced him, and he had let her! Never had the sex between them been like this! Everything had been on his terms and for his pleasure. The passion and desire between them was electric...Bella could feel it within the atmosphere. She wanted to vomit when she heard their combined cries of satisfaction. She covered her ears and turned away. She could not watch anymore or listen to their cries as they climaxed.

Rose remained straddled on his lap. They were both breathless, and her head rested on his left shoulder. She could feel the thud of his heart hammering in his chest. Voldemort rested his head against the back of the chair, sated and satisfied. The sensation of her breath on his shoulder was delicious. One arm rested around her waist, and he stroked her back. Having her body rest against his was surprisingly pleasant. He did not usually allow this physical closeness. What was so different about this girl?

He became suddenly unnerved by his thoughts. 'What have you done to me witch?' He growled, grabbing her by the arms and pulling her up to face him. Again, he had succumbed to her, allowed her to seduce and challenge him. 'I have done nothing to you, my Lord. My mind is an open book to you, so you would know if I was guilty.' The look on her face was one of innocence, but he knew she was anything but. He scowled at her. 'Go! Leave me now!' He began to push her roughly, and Rose removed herself from his lap.

He watched her as she covered herself with her gown. This had to stop! He would conquer this need for her once she was with child. He began to fasten his robe. He could satisfy himself with some other woman. Voldemort looked at her intensely, muttered to himself and then spoke. 'You had better hope you fulfill your purpose very soon and give me an heir. The sooner you do so, the better. Then I shall take great pleasure in eliminating you from my life!'

Rose surveyed him. 'Yes, my Lord, I expect you will. Then you can resume your life as it was before. Everyone bowing before you, trembling in fear and nodding their heads in agreement with all you say. And as for the nights, you can summon your lapdog Bellatrix, or some other submissive woman to pleasure you and let you take control.' Bella had to stop herself from shouting out in anger. She had bitten on her fist, drawing blood.

Voldemort turned and looked at Rose. He pictured the familiar scenario of his life before her that she had created with her words. It did not satisfy him as it once did. Not that he would admit it. 'I should have never persuaded myself to fulfill the prophecy, you are nothing but trouble!' Voldemort snarled at her. She was getting under his skin again! 'Am I, my Lord?' she replied, her face displaying the same innocent expression. He glowered at her. 'Get out of my sight woman!'

Rose bowed, suppressing a gleeful laugh. She kept her voice deferential. 'Yes, my Lord. I will leave you now. Good night.' She turned and left the hall. Bella's eyes followed her,and she saw the mischievous, triumphant smile on the girl's face that decided her. She was determined then that was going to wipe that smile off the bitch's face!