Bellatrix Sinclair
"You are not my master." I rebuffed sharply, yanking my hand away.
Rubbing my thighs together that were greeted by dampness. I stood by my words although I would wallow in self-loathing another day. In this moment, I was completely entranced by his malevolent beauty.
The personification of darkness in the flesh.
"Is that so?" he returned, his orbs glittering with excitement, "I think you might like it."
Arching a brow as my jaw tensed, 'Why would I want you to control me when your kind has been doing it for centuries." I seethed, his ignorance only fuelling my hatred.
Lazarus's regarded me through lowered lashes, his callous fingertips caressing my thighs, stretching higher until my dress bunched at the waist. His eyes darted to my lacy panties, "Lies will get you cursed Bellatrix." He inhaled, shutting his eyes for a second.
When he opened them, pupils dilated as they pierced my own. It was magnetic, hot-blooded – dangerous. If I touched the flames, it would destroy me.
Yet, he seemed unescapable..like I wanted to be consumed by him.
He diminished the distance between us, ensuring that any oxygen I breathe was of his making. Tracing the curve of my body, brushing against my breast gently before curling his fingers around my throat. "Although, the lies are pretty from that venomous tongue." He coaxed, placing a gentle and soft kiss at the corner of my mouth.
My breath hitched, a thrill shooting down my spine like gasoline ready to explode. "I'll speak the truth then," I say, visibly agitated by my own body's betrayal, "I hate you."
Lazarus's eyes darkened with desire, "You might hate me, but your body certainly doesn't." He palms my pussy through the lace, smiling wickedly, "Bellatrix, do you know how fucking addicting this scent is? It's like cherries, wine and dark chocolate – enough to drive a man wild."
"Well, you aren't a man but a beast."
"That I am sweetheart and don't forget it." He affirmed arrogantly, pressing the pads of his fingers against the soaked spot.
My brain was seizing to function, I was a stranger to pleasure, and I never felt like this – maddened in a way that it made me dizzy. "I like you better this way." He breathed, his voice lethally hypnotic, "So pliable in my hands, so eager to release that frustration."
There must be magic behind his touch otherwise why am I getting turned on by him?
Lazarus smirks, desperation flaring in my chest and itching at my fingertips. "Must be aggravating to carry all that pent-up anger around." He chided, fingers to moving down towards my cleavage, my nipples tightening in anticipation. "Relinquish your control to me and I'll give you power of not being devoured by your thoughts."
The pounding of my heart thundered in my ears, his offer tempting as I peered through my lashes at the intensity of his inky orbs. I'm being swallowed by his abyss, his intoxicating scent of saffron that should be illegal.
I was powerless to his charm, to his way of coercion because it's like he knew what I craved before I did.
Lazarus dipped his head low, darting his tongue out to lick a path from between my breasts to my throat. I exhaled, shuddering. My mind losing its traction and thought while he dipped his hand into my panties.
"Soaking my fingers already." He teased, "Fuck, you're dripping down my wrist and I haven't even started."
I panted, "Do something, don't stop."
He ran two fingers between my folds, my clit pulsing with desperation that it stung. "I'll give you that free pass since your body is actually begging for me." he taunts, tracing my hole with his thumb. "See how it's fluttering, desperate to have my cock full it."
"Lazarus." I groaned, aggrieved. Dragging my palm down his muscular chest until I reached his hardened length. He was throbbing beneath those slacks, his abs tightening at my touch.
"I see you want to play with fire Ma Cherie." He smirked in appraisal, a taunting ember flickering in his piercing orbs, "Let's see what you can do."
He halts all movement; except he doesn't retract. Clamping my thighs together, trapping his hand at my pussy. He lifts a teasing brow, "You can use my hand to get yourself off, but I promise I can make it a thousand times better."
"Is that a challenge Lazarus?" I questioned, grinning, "Because I don't like to lose."
"It's only a challenge if you have a chance of winning." He replied smugly.
Flexing my fingers over his button and zipper, moving quickly as my rage fed my adrenaline. Lazarus cheeks flushed as I tugged him out of his boxer briefs, his expression remained composed and yet I could feel his muscles pulled taunt at my touch.
His cock throbbed, hot and scorching to the touch. Curling my fingers to make a fist, thumbing his head that was slicken with pre-cum. I wasn't going to yield in this battle, even if I was inexperienced.
The first few strokes were slow and sloppy. Lazarus was massive and it was intimidating that my fingers could barely wrap around him. "Tighter." He growled, heavy lidded, "Faster."
Following his instructions and jerking him off until my wrist ached. His velvety cock throbbed with a craving for a release, growing so fucking hard that a twisted thought made its way to my mind. I wanted him in my mouth, even if it was just the swollen red tip. I wanted to taste his desire and release that I held the power to conjure.
Transfixed by the way Lazarus's lips parted to release a breathy moan, his voracious eyes devouring my soul on impulse. "You want it don't you. I can see you aching for it."
He glances at my lips, emphasizing the innuendo while I continued to earnestly pump his length, "Fucking hell." He cursed, prying my thighs apart and thumbing my clit in controlled circles.
Releasing a needy moan, "Lazarus. Fuck."
"In due time." He responded smugly.
We moved in unison, my mind hazy as my body demanded release. Seeking it out, moving my hips further into his hands while his cock settled right above my pussy. Lazarus traces my entrance with his fingers and I'm clenching with need, begging for him to plunge them inside of me.
It's like he can read my thoughts, my strokes becoming slow as he pushes a finger inside of me. "So tight." He rasped, "That's a good girl Bellatrix."
He thrusts in a languid motion, loosening me up before pushing a second finger. Throwing my head back, trembling in his grasp. "Yes, fuck. Please." I splutter incoherently, "Oh my fucking god."
"I am your god now." Lazarus growls ardently, "Say my fucking name while you fuck my fingers."
"Lazarus," I mewl breathlessly, an insatiable yearning erupting in my chest while a fire roars in my belly.
Heat envelops my skin, his thrusts deepening, hitting a resistance that has him freezing for a second before he twists his fingers in controlled strokes while thumbing my clit in a fast pace. This was pure torment, clenching tightly around his fingers as I felt the embers of my orgasm. Fearful of this explosion, scared of the way my body was so reactive to his touch.
"You're a virgin Ma Cherie." He said, his voice filled with amusement.
"You don't fucking say." I sarcastically retort.
Lazarus moved faster, my first orgasm erupting like a volcano and blasting me into oblivion. My muscles were laxed as I saw stars, he squeezed my hand on his length and continued to fuck my fist with fervour. "Fuck, Bellatrix." He groaned loudly, his body freezing on top of me as he squirted ropes of cum onto my dress.
Dropped into an inferno of ecstasy, sweat coating my skin, overwhelmed by the sweltering heat and high I couldn't come down from.
Lazarus pants heavily, "I win." He announced, a mischievous grin that morphs into something sinister when he meets my eyes. His gaze darkening with acrimony as he scans my face, familiar spots that I knew I covered this morning.
The concealer melted off from the sweat and he was staring at my bruises. Suddenly, we were no longer in a blissful bubble, the atmosphere thickened with tension and animosity. Lazarus became an entirely different person, exuding the aura of a menacing King.
"Who did this to you Bellatrix?" He demanded angrily. "Who hurt you?"
