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It is obvious she is succeeding on getting him to react, which only makes her smirk even wider. Mental games were just as entertaining as physically torturing someone for the eldest Black and when she couldn’t do one… she had to resort to the other option. “No, they do not. But neither do you. Always the good boy, doing whatever mommy and daddy tells you to do. We both know deep down you are a follower, not a leader.” It is not clear if she speaks of their marriage or the death eaters ranks. It could be both, as her opinion isn’t much different. “They are not my… family.” She hisses, clearly affected by the course of the conversation. If Bellatrix could set the traitors up in flames, she would gladly do it, and without any remorse. Loyalty was one of the few things she valued the most and the two particular betrayals within the Black family still pierced her heart as it did years ago. “You are lucky my parents chose you. Being part of The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black is a privilege and a honor.” It’s pathetic how greatly she thinks of her family, her blood, as if it puts her on advantage next to the rest of the world. Yet it does. Bellatrix knows it and she will gladly use it to win her way to the top of the world. She tries to fight off his grip with no success but she doesn’t give him much fight either, not yet. So she lets him pull her body closer to his, no space between the two and holding his gaze, she doesn’t waver. “That’s what I let you believe, dear husband.” With no room to move up her free hand, it finds its way below his belt as she leans in, lips whispering against his ear. “I always win. And you seem to like it when I beg. Among other things.” With that, a giggle escapes through her teeth and she bites his ear lobe to exemplify her thoughts.

She is most definitely succeeding and he couldnt even deny it because it was plain to see that she was pressing every single button that he had, if the anger boiling through his body was anything to do by and especially by the vein pulsing on his temple. Yet despite how much he would show his anger in front of her, he didn’t let anyone else know about it for it would show as some sort of weakness that a son of the great Lestrange Senior couldn’t control his own woman and tame her. But there were no taming Bellatrrix, he knew that and he knew if anyone else were to attempt to tame her, the attempt would be feeble. 

“I’d say that you can talk, Bellatrix. It’s bullshit that  you can call me a follower when you were following the dark lord along side with me no so long ago. We are the same and you are kidding yourself if you think you will be able to lead without me by your side.” He’s not sure if that last part of what he said was the truth or not but he’s grasping onto any part that meant he was relevant at all amongst the death eaters. He knows he’s respected and he knows most people are loyal to him but he knows that the marriage to Bellatrix only strengthened that and that without her, he wouldn’t have much say in anything despite being one the most trusted soldiers. Relaying on his wife, never mind a woman who was half out of her mind, frustrated him straight to his core and it shows right now, despite him usually keeping his cool, unaffected stance around anyone. “You talk about privilege and honour but all i think about when someone mentions the name Black is distaste, disgust and traitors. there is nothing honourable about it and you’d be stupid to try and think otherwise. “ 

The heat caused from the closeness of them flushes his skin and the tension that always guaranteed to rise between them whenever they had one of their heated arguments only become present and it mixes with his anger, only making it worse because he knows what she is trying to do. “I only like it when you beg on the floor because it’s where you belong.” He snarls, his hand gripped the material of the dress shes wearing tightly as he begins to pull it up hastily. “You know you never win when it comes to this, Bella.” His voice is low and husky, which is exactly what he knows is what she wants to hear from him.

His threat makes her chuckle, her green eyes sparkling with rage but also admiration. She wouldn’t want a lap dog for a husband, just like she knew he would get bored easily if he had a trophy wife that couldn’t match him. That’s why they were perfect for each other — he was everything that she was not and the combination was something out of the ordinary. “Do I now? You’d know better than to threaten me and yet, here we are.” She replies back, a smirk on her lips as she manipulates her voice to sound lower, rather seductive. Which turns harsher when she speaks next. “Sister.” She corrects him. “I only have one sister.” She hates it how much power Rodolphus has over her when it comes to her family. No matter how greater they are, how better the Blacks are, the rotten apples still taint her name and her husband loves to bring it up, if only to remind her of her place. Her eyes follow his finger, biting her lower lip before looking up to him. A hand is placed on his chest as she slowly but firmly pushes him against the table behind them. “Are you sure this is a game you can win, Rodolphus?” 

Just the mere sound of the chuckle coming from her only made his anger boil through his veins even more so and had the vein at his temple throb as he grits his teeth together hard. no matter what anyone might think, Rodolphus has never laid a hand on his beloved wife and he wasn’t playing on starting not but boy did his wife infuriate him more than anyone else. there were just something about her, about the way she knew what buttons to press to get some sort of reaction from him that made him angry. “Perhaps the reason we are here is because no one else has the balls to threaten you.” and that was the truth. he probably had a death wish but he knew how far to go, unlike bellatrix. 

The abrupt call about her only having one sister had his lips twitching into a smirk and with a tilt of his head, he speaks lowly. “Still a bit touchy about that? You know, I don’t judge you on your family members, despite how many traitors you have ... although I would be careful, bad blood can easily spread throughout the whole family.” When he feels the table against his legs, hues quickly glance to the side. How they got to this position, where he didn’t have much control over the situation as he wished, he didn’t know but it needed to change. A hand grabs onto the wrist of the hand on his chest, gripping tightly as he removes it away from him but his other free hand worms its way around her waist, pulling her closer to him as he possibly could. He needed to make sure she couldnt get away. “You know as well as I do, there’s nothing I can’t win. We’ve been in this situation many times before and it always ends up the same ... you on your knees begging like a dirty whore.”

 “Still a free country,” Lily grumbled as she ducked past the man standing in her way. Yes, she didn’t usually venture down Knockturn Alley, but her normal apothecary was fresh out of leeches and they’d advised her just to pop down here. She wasn’t going to let her fear dictate where she could and could not shop. “I’m only running an errand, I don’t want any trouble.”

“Anyone that steps down Knockturn alley is asking for touble, not matter how much they insist they arent.” He found him self stepping in front of her, obstructing her for making her way part. The last few weeks have been tiresome if not boring and nothing was more entertaining like a predator playing around his prey. “So i’ll ask again, what are you doing here because i don’t think it’s because you are searching for a shop that serves butterbeer?” he snarked, eyes twinkling with wickedness.

“So now, not only I am an incompetent wife because I have a bloody brain of my own but I’m also way over my head for wanting this fucking world to fit our needs? If I remember correctly, you told me not every man had the balls to take over while he is missing, however, me being a woman is a problem now?” Anger had always been part of her ever since she was a kid. She had a bad temper, too impulsive for everyone else’s safety, not a grain of patience. This argument made her blood boil, in ways she hadn’t experienced before. She couldn’t say exactly what it is… it felt… was this jealousy? Rubbish. “I would love to see you try.” She challenges him, head held high as she had been taught. ‘You’re a Black, Bellatrix, keep your head high. Everyone else is below you.’ her father’s words echo in her mind. Another step, she is close enough to feel his heavy breath. “What you want and what you need are two very different things. Think a perfect little girl like my sister knows what you need?”

“Incompetent would be one way of putting it” He was seething, anger boiling through his very veins just as much as the power that ran through the dark mark painted on his wrist. he didn’t like being spoke back to and he especially didn’t like someone talking back to him. he had a knack for shooting someone down for even thinking about it but here goes his wife, challenging him. HIS OWN WIFE. This was not what he had imagined his life being, being married to someone that never did what he asked. Being brought up in a household where his mother never spoke out of turn and never spoke her mind in front of his father was something he expected. If his father saw him now, he’d smack the lenient side of Rodolphus out of his body. Yet, he knew from a young age that nothing about Bellatrix would be easy. He’s known that since Hogwarts at least, ever since he had spent sometime alone with her company. 

While they worked perfect together in the battlefield, at home was another story. They fought more than she had ever seen in the Blacks household. She doesn’t remember a single time when her mother had raised her voice to her father, yet that was Bellatrix’s favourite past time. Druella would often criticize her, complain where she had gone wrong with raising a proper lady. Clearly it had worked perfectly for the youngest which would only consume Bellatrix even more. So her husband’s words feel like sharp knives, making her raise her voice even louder. “So now you want the quiet stay at home wife who will nod, say yes sir and give you the the perfect little picture? You would get bored within a week!” The last sentence is spit out as she continues walking across the room but being stopped by his question. “Why of course! Who else?” Who else could survive the hurricane that was Bellatrix Black?

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She is pissed to say the least. If they weren’t in such a vulnerable position within death eaters’ ranks, she would kill him on the spot. Turns out, Bellatrix knows a little about self restrain because it’s exactly what is keeping Rodolphus breathing as she storms into the room. “You bloody bastard! You would have chosen another Black sister? Are you dreaming of getting in bed with my sister now?”]

“As much as it pains me to say this but I believe he is dead. There is no other reasonable explanation for it. As we all know that he came back to life once before, but we had signs of him being alive even then. Now ... there is nothing.”

“There’s good qualities?” He pauses, resisting the urge to talk. “Good qualities would be that shes a incredibly skilled with her wand, a powerful, strong independent woman. Plus she’s good in bed. Incredibly loyal and even though she wont necessarily show it, she cares about her own blood. Family means everything. Bad quality is shes incredibly stubborn, completely incapable of loving anyone who isn’t part of her family and shes doesn't goddamn think before she does anything.”

“If we were younger, I would have said Bellatrix because there was something there that’s has since dimmed. but if I had to choose now, It would be someone else. As much as there is trust and respect between us and just enough of attraction, I am not void of loving someone. If I were given a choice on which Black sister I married, it would not be her.”  it would be a certain blonde haired Black.

“Theres no question about that. Your lack of trust in my loyalty to the dark lord is quite frankly sickening. “

“There isn’t any other option. She is the only clear contender, unless you can tell me a name of another.”  &  /  @sadisticblack