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?"

Bellatrix Sinclair

His features hardened ominously, an eerie silence between us as I refuse to answer. His eyes became a bottomless pit of destruction, controlled in its cataclysm as he examined the bruises. Gently brushing his knuckles against my cheek, the touch soft and delicate like a feather.

"Who did this to you?" he asked again in a low voice.

Pressing my lips tightly together, swallowing the names. I'm not a fool to think Lazarus cares about me, I've begrudged the notion of others saving me. Only I can save myself and I've handled the bullying thus far. "None of your business." I grit through my teeth in response, not meeting his gaze.

"I'm giving you one more chance, tell me." he demands aggressively, "Tell me Bellatrix."

I scoff, frustrated. "I don't need to tell you anything, it's none of your business."

I knew my place with Lazarus, a human mate that he only saw as a slave to his desires. "The deal was to give you an heir, not to give you my secrets." I said, my voice assertive and bitter.

Suddenly that mind-numbing sparks penetrate from his touch as he captures my jaw, maneuvering until we locked eyes. I hated the way his pupils expanded frighteningly, I detested that his presence affected me, I should be able to control this craving for him.

"Are you forgetting that I own you." Lazarus glowered, "Your secrets, your past, your torment and misery are mine." He declares angrily.

Biting my lower lip, the metallic taste flooding my tongue. His eyes flashed with enmity, glowing orbs that resembled the galaxy void of planets, it was all-too consuming, something I could lose myself in. Every muscle pulled taunt, restraining myself from giving more than I have.

"Bellatrix." He calls like a haunted tune, "Tell me who dares touch what is mine."

All the chains seemed to collapse, dread seeming into my bones. His fingers traced my bicep in a delicate trance that I fixated on the intensity of expression, fiery and sinful.

"There is a group." I confess, "However this particular instance was caused by two people."

He nods, listening attentively. "Give me names Ma Cherie." He coaxed.

My jaw slackened; my tongue loosened by the compulsion. "Benedict Kohn and Kylie Lemore."

He smiled sinisterly, deviousness twinkling in his gaze. "Splendid."

I narrowed my eyes at him, "What are you planning?"

"What makes you think I'm planning anything?"

"Then why ask for the names?" I inquire suspiciously.

Lazarus pushes himself off me, laughing. "All in due time, that is when you will know."

I'm left staring at him, speechless and not in a good way.

Lazarus confined me to his chambers for three days and he hadn't returned since our first encounter. Maids and servants frequent the space, cleaning and giving me three-course meals. I even sent them with a message that I wanted to return to the Academy.

With all this time, I will be able to establish a plan to escape. However, I couldn't bring them to fruition if I didn't know the layout of the castle or how Lazarus's mind works.

A knock resounded, creaking as the heavy doors slowly opened and Lazarus appeared. Glaring at his sudden appearance, "Are you here to fulfil our bargain? Because I will scratch your eyes out."

I'm not having sex with him, there is no fucking way.

He smirks, "Don't threaten me with a good time Bellatrix, I would rather enjoy seeing you in the throes of pleasure and how all that fire in your eyes quickly shifts to desperation."

Rolling my eyes and ignoring the fire seeping into my veins with a familiar replay of last time. "Get out. I am enjoying my solitude, and you are distributing my peace." Waving my hand to shoo him away.

"Oh no no. I beg to differ if you see my gift."

Raising a brow, "What gift?"

He tsks, shaking his head. "You have to come with me to find out." His seductive voice laced with depravity.

Apart of me was more curious than deviant. Following his trail towards what appeared to be a throne room, an enormous hall with marbled tiles of gold and white. There was no one here as Lazarus guided me to the middle, a few steps away from his throne.

"What now? I'm not doing a strip tease." I sneered.

"Not now, but eventually." He claimed with complete confidence.

His features were stone-cold, his voice booming. "Bring them in."

Guards appear, dressed in black. Something rustled loudly behind them, my eyes widening at the two bodies they were dragging towards me.

Benedict and Kylie.

Lazarus gave a curt nod, the guards releasing them and pushing them onto their knees in front of me. They reeked of sweat, covered in grease. I watched their eyes bulge from their sockets, their faces paling at his presence.

Benedict averted his attention to me, pleading with his bruised eyes and busted lip. Lifting his hands into a prayer motion, rubbing them vigorously. "I'm so sorry Bellatrix. Please, please forgive me." he begged, choking on his own saliva, "I'm so sorry for what I did. I deserve to be punished. Please forgive me, please forgive me."

Kylie sobs at his side, mimicking his posture. "I'm sorry Bellatrix, I'm a bitch and I was just insecure and jealous. I'm so sorry. Please, please don't kill me." She wailed.

I thought there would be a string of relief that they were caught, sympathy as they begged for my mercy. I felt nothing of the sorts, all I felt was this animalistic rage that buzzed under my skin, igniting the flames of my hatred.

Lazarus grabs my hand and places a dagger onto my palm, the cool metal cultivated enough heat to sear my skin. Studying the intricate golden handle, the blade with hints of silver and unidentified crystals that would make it's strikes lethal.

"This is the dagger of punishment." Lazarus announced.

Benedict and Kylie's eyes flashed with fear, their pleas growing louder. Lazarus stared at them, composed and yet his voice was dripping with malice as he says, "Bellatrix Sinclair is the King's human mate. Had she died before the screening that would have been a tragedy and you would have gotten away with it. However, now that I'm aware you might have taken my chance at an heir, your actions are punishable by death."

He bends slightly at the waist until I could feel the heat of his lips brushing against my ear, his voice eliciting goosebumps upon my skin.

"Their fates lie in your hands." He states.

"You can't kill me, I'm an Alpha's son." Benedict roars, rattling the silver cuffs.

Lazarus's expression is flat, disinterested as he spoke. "Your father can be replaced a dozen times if I see fit. Your actions solidified your punishment, whether you are the son of an Alpha or not."

His eyes darkened, "I don't like people who touch what is mine."

The dagger felt heavy, it was the power of having their lives in my hand. Something that was sweet on my tongue, running smoothly down my throat. Lazarus wasn't merciful, he was a ruthless king. He found everyone replaceable, he found pleasure in inflicting pain upon others.

Only now did I realize the magnitude of his darkness, seeped in poison and malevolence.

And I found it addictive and so fucking hot.

Maybe it was the high of the power, the vibrations under my skin that itched for more than just plunging a dagger into his heart. No, I didn't want a quick death, I wanted to feel the sting in my knuckles as they did.

Flinging the dagger behind me, shaking my head as one corner of my mouth lifted into a vengeful smirk. "No. Death is too easy; I'm not giving you something quick. You are going to feel what I felt."

The skin on my knuckles turned white as I clenched my fingers, forming a fist and smashing it into his face repeatedly. The sting shot up my arm, burning from the insides as I continued to punch him. Using my strength that was remarkable for even a human, watching the way blood seeped from his mouth and his eyes rolled back into his head.

I'm not an amateur, I knew how to throw a punch and make it hurt.

Turning my attention onto Kylie, who was shaking her head in horror. "No, please." She sobbed.

"I know you value your pretty face, but it won't be pretty for long." I taunt, smashing my other fist into her face.

I hear the delectable sound of bones crunching, her nose crooked and Kylie was already incoherent, losing consciousness. I continued, venting my rage onto them until my fists were bloody and bruised. They were wolves but they would heal fast, except those silver cuffs prevented that ability.

"Please Bella." Benedict cries, "Please-"

Knotting my fingers in his hair, yanking back until I felt strands ripping from his scalp. Staring into his eyes, letting him see the rage in mine. "Get fucking lost Benedict. I want you to live with that fact that I hold your life in my hands, that I spared you today, that I'm the reason you aren't six feet under. You should be kissing my feet with gratitude." I spat venomously. "Now get out of sight you pathetic piece of shit."

I was high from the adrenaline and enraged that it violently shook my body.

He nods like bobble-head. "Yes, thank you, thank you." He smiles brokenly.

"Thank you for your gratitude." Kylie sniffles.

I scowl, grabbing her hair and pushing her onto the ground. "It's not gratitude. I want you to live in fear that if I want, I can kill you anytime and anywhere. You won't even see it coming, it could be tomorrow or a week from now or even a year. I own you now." I seethed, my smile stretching menacingly as they scurred away.

There was satisfaction in watching them wallow in that pit of agony and fear that will swallow them up. Revenge was divine, I don't know why people chose the path of righteousness when this was more effective and satisfying.

Benedict, Kylie and the rest will die by my hands, but it won't be today, under the watchful eye of their King.

"Why didn't you kill them?" Lazarus questioned, studying me with a peak of curiosity.

"If I killed them then it would only affirm that I'm nothing more than a reproductive mate, that I only exist to birth your heir." I said, my voice acidic, "My life is mine, not yours."

His mouth twisted in amusement, his eyes dancing in delight and admiration. "You are unlike any other human I've met." He praised.

Rolling my eyes at his tactic. Lazarus clears his throat, taking his stance in front of me. His lips curve into a devilish grin as he lifted a brow, "I heard you made a request to go back to the Academy."

"Yes," I answer, "I'm not sitting here all day and doing nothing. As you are aware, my skills are highly required in the weapons department and I'm the only human to be admitted there. Which means I have to return-"

"No." he interjected sternly, lips thinning.

My jaw tenses in annoyance, "Why not?"

"Because I said so. End of decision." He finished.

Glaring at him defiantly, "I'm going."

He raises a challenging brow, arms secured behind him. "Is that so?"

"Yes."

He took predatorial steps towards me, but I wasn't backing down, rooted at the same spot and challenging him silently.

Lazarus moved in a blur, all I heard was a clicking sound and something tightening around my neck. Lifting my fingers to massage the spot, only I'm greeted by metal. It was icy against my throat yet sizzling at my fingertips.

His smile was demonic, showcasing his fangs.

Pushing past him towards the tinted windows that showed my reflection. My jaw dropped to see that collared me, his name written in bold black letters.

He looms over me, meeting my eyes in our reflection. "I own you Ma Cherie. You are to be at my side, you cannot go anywhere unless I deem it. There is nothing you can do but obey me."