Make You Mine - Harry/Bellatrix

It was yet another frivolous party at Malfoy Manor that left Bellatrix Black bored as could be. Even wearing her favourite set of dress robes, the ones with the long slits down the sides of the skirt and the tight corset that made her breasts look even better than the perfection that they already were, wasn’t enough to fix her miserable mood.

Honestly, why did she have to bother coming to these stupid things anyway?

Well, the easy answer was that she came to laugh at all of these pathetic witches and wizards who strutted around like peacocks when they had nothing to show for their own value. Their money came from their families, and most of their magical skills were barely above what was deemed acceptable.

The truth was that if she didn’t come to these stupid balls, ostensibly to find a suitable husband, her parents were going to cut her off financially.

Like it or not, Bellatrix wasn’t willing to stoop so low as to working a dead-end job in Diagon Alley or wasting away her life dealing with the miserable, idiotic bureaucracy of the Ministry. She had better things to spend her time on, such as honing her duelling talents. She was close to getting enough points on the international circuit that she could make a full-time career out of it, but it would still take several months before she was at that stage.

Bellatrix sighed and took another sip of her stupid non-alcoholic drink. Despite being an adult, there was some recent trend that suggested that women shouldn’t drink at mixers like this. Of course, it didn’t stop the men from getting as wasted as they wanted to.

Across the ballroom, Bellatrix spied the Lestrange brothers laughing it up with Dolohov, Rookwood, and Lucius Malfoy himself. Bellatrix sneered at them. They were so drunk that they were openly showing off those hideous marks on their arms.

Once, perhaps, Bellatrix would have been compelled to join their little group too. After all, this so-called Dark Lord was said to be the most powerful wizard since Dumbledore himself. But Bellatrix had been hearing rumours that he wasn’t quite as powerful as he made himself out to be. There were things going wrong during his raids or muggle-hunting expeditions that couldn’t be explained away by the Aurors or Dumbledore’s ragtag group of fighters.

No… someone else was fighting back against the Dark Lord.

Even if she’d forgiven the weaklings he surrounded himself with, Bellatrix wouldn’t be a pure-blood supremacist anymore like she was raised. Not after seeing Andi stand up for herself and her husband-to-be.

“Pathetic isn’t it?”

Bellatrix whirled around, a curse on her lips and her wand halfway drawn before her mind could process what was happening. She acted on pure instinct, and whoever dared interrupt her was going to get the lashing of a lifetime.

But then she couldn’t move her arms. The man who’d come up behind her had grabbed both of her wrists in a vice-like grip and was smirking at her.

SMIRKING AT HER!?

Bellatrix was going to wipe that look off of the man’s blasted face.

“You have one second to—” she began to threaten him, but the man did something that shocked her.

With just a little twist of his hand, suddenly her fingers stopped working. Her wand slipped out of her grasp, and the man deftly spun them around like dancers and allowed her wand to fall smoothly inside of his pocket inside of his robes.

“We can’t have that, Bella,” he said with a teasing tone.

Bellatrix snarled and tried to pull away, but the man moved with her. He twisted and spun around in time with the music, making her every movement look like she was just attempting some intricate dance with him.

His green eyes flashed with amusement as they ended up on the dance floor. A few other sets of eyes landed on them now. Bellatrix Black never danced, and yet here she was.

When the whispers started by the gossipping women around them, Bellatrix had had enough. She tried to stamp his foot with the heel of her shoe, but he slid his foot smoothly out of the way just in time. She tried to spin out from his grasp, but he spun with her in perfect sync. She even tried to headbutt him, but he dodged to the side with so much ease that it was humiliating. His head ended up right alongside hers, and his warm breath washed across her neck.

“Did anyone ever tell you that you’re a lovely dancer?”

He was so cocky that it made Bellatrix want to scream—not that she’d demean herself in front of all of these pathetic witches and wizards by actually doing so. What was worse was that he clearly had the skill to back it up. His movements were so fluid and precise that there was no way that this was all just some accident. If he didn’t seem perfectly sober, she would have accused him of being under the influence of Liquid Luck.

“I’m going to gut you and hang your intestines from the rafters if you don’t let me go this instant,” Bellatrix warned him.

Instead of taking her seriously as she’d intended, the man just laughed.

“I’m sure that you’d like to,” he flashed a cheeky grin as he spun both of them around in a delicate circle. Bellatrix’s feet were forced to follow his lead else she would have fallen and been left behind looking like an idiot in front of this room full of idiots. “But I feel quite attached to my innards. I think dancing would be more fun for the both of us. Don’t you agree?”

Bellatrix narrowed her eyes at the man who was being so impertinent with her. She didn’t recognise him, and given the fact that he had a native accent, that meant that he was unimportant.

And yet he managed to get one over on her by getting her out onto the dance floor like this.

It would be a fool’s gambit to ask him his name. At best, she looked ignorant. At worst, she looked ignorant. Either way it was unacceptable.

So, Bellatrix stubbornly refused to look the man in the face. He might have gotten her dancing, but that didn’t mean that she was going to play along with his charade any longer.

The pout on her lips only made him laugh again.

“I must say that I expected better from you,” he teased her again.

Bellatrix felt that burning rage in her chest bubble back up, but she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of letting him see it. She’d pay him back… in time.

“Look at them,” the man said as he spun her around. Bellatrix made a futile attempt to escape again, but he bound her wrists together over her waist and pulled her back against his chest. “Aren’t they just the sorriest lot you’ve ever laid eyes on?”

The green-eyed man had spun them around to face the Lestrange brothers and their friends. Rodolphus, in particular, looked like an overripe tomato with the angry lines on his face and dark red colour on his cheeks. The fools hadn’t even bothered to hide the Dark Marks on their arms, and now they were in plain view for everyone to see—not that anyone would comment on it, of course. Rodolphus stumbled forward like he was going to intervene, but Lucius put his hand on his friend’s shoulder to stop him.

They were pathetic. Everyone knew that Rodolphus wanted her hand, but he was too terrified of her to come up and gauge her interest directly. A part of Bellatrix felt pride that he was scared of her. Another part wanted to curse him for being so pathetic that he tried to circumvent her will and get her father to sign a marriage contract on her behalf instead.

“They’re not worth the blood in their veins,” Bellatrix spat with venom. Even though the men couldn’t hear her words, the hateful look in her eyes directed their way made everything that needed to be known clear to them.

Surprisingly, the man chuckled along with her dark words.

“Definitely not,” he agreed. “That’s why they’re in for a surprise tonight.”

Bellatrix’s curiosity about this man had already been piqued from the moment he laid his hands on her, but now it was simply too overwhelming.

“What surprise?” She begrudgingly asked him.

“You can’t ask me to spoil it now,” he chastised her lightly as he spun her back around. “Not when it’s so close to happening.”

The song ended, and the man released her.

Bellatrix instantly took several steps back from the man and eyed him suspiciously. He pulled her wand out from his robes and held it out in front of him atop his open palm. Sensing a trap, Bellatrix reached forward carefully. She made it as far as her fingers curling around the familiar grain of her wand when his other hand shot out and pinned her hand in between his.

“You won’t do anything to ruin it, will you?” He asked her with a serious look in his eyes.

“How can I ruin it if I don’t even know what it is?” She snapped at him.

His gaze turned deadly. “You could warn them that something is afoot.”

A chill ran down her spine. That was the same type of look that she gave her duelling opponents when she was about to finish them off. There was real violence in his gaze. A promise of punishment if his will wasn’t followed.

There was no one that Bellatrix would have ever allowed to treat her this way because she didn’t believe that they would have been able to back it up.

But this man was different. He looked like he could do all the things his body language threatened and more.

It turned her on.

“I won’t do anything to stop your little plans,” Bellatrix told him.

“They’re anything but little,” the man winked. “Would you like to come watch them unfold with me?”

Bellatrix bit her lip in hesitation. Where was this going?

“Fine,” she eventually said after several seconds. “But it better not be a disappointment.”

“It’ll be anything but,” he promised her. “Take my hand.”

He held out his hand again just as a waltz started playing. This time, Bellatrix took his hand willingly and allowed him to lead her back onto the dance floor.

It was a popular song, and all around them, witches and wizards began pairing up for the song. It seemed like the entire room was suddenly dancing in a tightly-packed yet organised fashion. The man moved gracefully with her as though he’d spent years honing the craft of dancing, and he had this easygoing smile on his lips the entire time.

It was enjoyable enough dancing with a competent partner, but after a minute without any real action, Bellatrix was getting annoyed.

“I’m starting to feel disappointed,” she warned him.

“It’ll only be a bit longer, I promise,” he smiled. “But if you want a sneak preview, why don’t you look up at those rafters you promised to hang my intestines from.”

Bellatrix glanced up and saw a dark-cloaked figure lounging across the wide, wooden beam without a care in the world. She could just make out his face; he was clearly an older man who looked a lot like a younger version of her grandfather, Pollux Black. He had that same shaggy black hair and charming grin that won over her grandmother. His wand was in his hand, and he was waving it about like a conductor would.

Just as the song reached its high point, screams began to ring out.

Bellatrix’s head snapped round as she watched all of those fools who’d been showing off their Dark Marks begin to drop like flies. They collapsed in their dance partners’ arms and then fell to the floor lifelessly. There was no sign of blood or anything to indicate a wound at all. But then, the fabric of their sleeves above the Dark Mark burned away and revealed it for all to see.

The man hadn’t stopped leading her through the dance for even a second, and Bellatrix’s body had followed him instinctively. They stepped over bodies, pushed past sobbing women, and maintained a perfectly romantic and dignified appearance about themselves.

Bellatrix felt like all of the air had been sucked out from her lungs. This wasn’t something that just anyone could do.

“Who are you?” Bellatrix asked breathlessly.

“You can call me Harry,” he told her.

He deliberately left out his last name. It probably meant that he was a half-blood or muggleborn, but Bellatrix didn’t care. If he was capable of orchestrating the deaths of so many of the Dark Lord’s followers in Malfoy’s own home then he was someone to be feared and respected.

The ballroom was quickly clearing, and yet Harry had no intent of stopping their dance.

The man above in the rafters let out a bark-like laugh. “The Aurors are on their way, Harry. Shouldn’t we be off?”

“And ruin this wonderful night so soon? I don’t think so,” Harry smiled at Bellatrix. “We’ve barely begun, isn’t that right, Bella?”

Bellatrix saw that look in his eyes that she’d seen in so many other men. They all wanted her for her beauty, her name, and her birthright, and Bellatrix despised them all. And despite this man being a pest to her all evening, her knees were starting to weaken at the intensity with which he stared at her.

She wanted him, and he wanted her. He was capable of taking what he wanted, but he didn’t seem the type. He was the type of man to use his charisma and infuriating charm to convince people to go along with him, and it was working incredibly well on her.

“I expect that you’re planning to cause more trouble in the coming weeks?” Bellatrix raised an eyebrow at Harry, not quite giving into his desires yet.

“Of course,” Harry replied like it was obvious. “My… friend and I have a lot of plans that need to be taken care of. I expect that a certain Dark Lord won’t be fans of us, and neither will the Ministry or Dumbledore. I have no doubt that we’ll be discovered eventually and branded outlaws, but that won’t stop us. We’ll see things through to the bitter end, and if that end ends in our deaths, that’s fine by us.”

“Too right,” the man in the rafters agreed emphatically.

“You won’t be dead at the end of it all,” Bellatrix replied assuredly.

“Oh? And how would you know that?” Harry asked.

“Because I’ll be there with you,” Bellatrix told him.

He raised an eyebrow at her, but it was more curious than challenging. “I don’t recall inviting you to join us.”

“And I don’t recall giving you the opportunity to turn me down,” Bellatrix countered. “I see the way you look at me. You want me, and I want you. And if you’re going to go through with this, then I want in. I’m sure it’ll be more interesting than spending my days cooped up at home, listening to my mum whinge and moan about every little thing going on. Besides, I need to work on my duelling skills if I want to top the international circuit.”

“Didn’t you hear what I said before?” Harry asked rhetorically. “We’ll be outlaws, enemies of the state, whatever you want to call it. If you fight with us—which I haven’t even agreed to yet—you won’t be able to join the international circuit; they’d arrest you the moment you showed up.”

“A problem for another time,” Bellatrix brushed him off. “Right now, you’re the most interesting thing that’s come up in my life in quite some time, and I’m not about to let you go just yet.”

More bark-like laughter rang out. “Seems like you’ve got no choice but to listen to her, Harry. Give the woman what she wants and let’s get out of here.”

Harry spun Bellatrix around, extending out his arms so that she spun away from him. Then, just when she was about to fall out of his reach, he pulled her back in so close that their noses were brushing against each other’s.

“You’re insane,” he breathed out. His breath smelt of mint and scotch, and Bellatrix wanted to cross that gap and claim him as hers, but she had a feeling that Harry wouldn’t make it so easy for her.

“You’re the one who killed a dozen Death Eaters in Abraxas Malfoy’s own home,” Bellatrix retorted. “How can you call me insane when you did such a boneheaded thing?”

“It’s not a boneheaded thing; it’s a message,” Harry told Bellatrix. “And for your information, there’s going to be far bolder plans in the near future.”

Bellatrix bit her lip. Was she really going to join up with this handsome stranger who seemed ready to sprint headlong into his own demise so willingly? But if all of the rumoured defeats of the Dark Lord’s forces by some unknown force was really by these two men…

“All the more reason to have me with you,” Bellatrix argued. “I fight better than any of those damned Death Eaters, I’ll watch your back and keep you safe, and are you ever going to fucking kiss me because I’m getting real sick and tired of—”

There it was. That sweet embrace that Bellatrix had been missing all her life was finally here, and it filled her body up with so much heat and lust that it was a miracle that she just didn’t melt into a puddle right in the middle of all of the bodies on the dance floor.

Harry pulled his lips away from hers as another cocky smile crossed his lips. “Why don’t we take this somewhere more private?”

That was her thought exactly. The heat in her core was driving her wild, and all she wanted was to go all the way with this man. She didn’t care if it’d ruin her parents’ plans of selling off a perfect virgin to some random pure-blood wizard—she’d already accidentally broken her hymen years ago anyway. She was taking control of her life and doing exactly what she wanted.

Grabbing his wrist, Bellatrix started pulling Harry off of the dance floor.

“Wait for me at the usual spot,” Harry called up to the man on the rafters.

“You’ve got it,” the man called back. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

His barking laugh disappeared as he apparated away.

Navigating through the heaps of dead Death Eaters, Bellatrix pulled Harry along to an open set of doors that led out towards the staircase that led up to the bedrooms. Malfoy Manor had quite an extensive host of guest rooms, so there were bound to be plenty of them that they could find to hide themselves away in for a time.

But when they reached the next floor and Bellatrix tried to pull him along, Harry refused to budge.

“Let’s go up one more level,” he told her. “It’ll make getting away from the Aurors easier later on.”

Bellatrix narrowed her eyes at him. There was something he wasn’t telling her, but it wasn’t like his words didn’t have merit. They’d have more options for escape up here, and more time to react if they needed to leap out of a window.

“Fine,” Bellatrix acquiesced. She tried to turn around quickly to take the lead again, but Harry moved first. Now, she was the one being led upstairs.

It burned her pride to feel like she was the trophy being taken upstairs and not the other way around. It was her right to be the one in charge here, but as angry as it made her, she couldn’t help but give into this powerful wizard’s will. There was just something about knowing that it was him that was leading her upstairs that made her knees weak.

Bellatrix followed him along upstairs and down a seemingly random corridor, feeling wetness seeping out onto her thighs. Her panties were soaked through, something that never happened from another’s hand like this.

Harry navigated the manor’s upper levels like he was familiar with it. Eventually though, he stopped in front of a wide door.

He cracked a grin at her and pushed the door open, revealing a grand bedroom.

From the first moment she saw it, Bellatrix knew exactly where they were. That trunk on the floor was familiar, as was the expansive set of clothing hanging in an open cupboard and countless mirrors hanging from the walls.

“I will not be fucked on Lucius Malfoy’s bed,” Bellatrix told Harry with a stern look. “He doesn’t deserve the grace of my body upon his sheets.”

“I’ll clean it before we get started,” Harry rolled his eyes. “Besides, he’s dead. It’s not like he’s going to even know that you were on it.”

He pushed her inside of the room, and Bellatrix didn’t fight back. If he wanted to take her here, then fine, but he’d better prove that he was worth this sacrifice.

Bellatrix crossed her arms beneath her ample chest and eyed Harry as he took off his outer robes. His clothes underneath looked like tight-fitting duelling robes. There were a couple of pockets that were bound to be magically-expandable, probably filled with potions and anything else he deemed necessary for this mission.

“It’s going to be hard to undress you with your arms crossed like that,” Harry pointed out.

“Aren’t you a wizard?” Bellatrix replied snarkily. “Use your wand to vanish my clothes.”

“But that’s nowhere near as fun,” Harry grinned. “That doesn’t give me the chance to feel up your magnificent body.”

Bellatrix had to bite the inside of her cheek to stop a slight blush from creeping up over her cheeks. The way he was looking at her was the way she would look at a nice, juicy steak. He wanted to devour her completely, and she wanted him to.

Merlin, why was he the only man who’d ever brought out these submissive feelings in her? Even when she tried to assert herself, it felt like he was patronisingly letting her believe that she was in control. The little smirk that played across his lips made it seem like they were playing a game that he was three steps ahead of her in. She was walking into his trap, and all he had to do was snap it close and she’d be caught under his spell.

He swept up behind her, pressing his crotch to her arse. A part of her had imagined that man this cocky couldn’t possibly have enough going on below the belt to satisfy a woman, but that notion was swiftly shut down when she felt his shaft through his trousers. He was long and thick, and he was going to make a mess out of her.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” Harry murmured in her ear as his hands roamed her body. He seemed intent on touching every last inch of her. He started on her upper thigh and moved up to her hips. His fingers traced her figure, moving all the way up to the underside of her breasts. He didn’t rush to grab them like some overeager men would have, nor did he hesitate like a weak man would. He touched her at just the right moment, letting his motion be smooth and fluid. “When I came into the ballroom and saw you, I couldn’t believe that a gorgeous witch like you could’ve been unattended.”

“No one else was man enough for me,” Bellatrix replied, subtly pushing her arse back against Harry’s cock until it nestled in between her plump cheeks.

“I don’t doubt it,” Harry chuckled. “I feel bad that you were stuck dealing with such mediocrity for so long, but now that I’m here, you don’t have to worry about anyone else. If you’re serious about coming with me, I expect that you’ll be sharing my bed often.”

“Only if you don’t disappoint tonight,” Bellatrix retorted. “And I’ll have you know, I have very high standards.”

“I’d expect nothing less from Bellatrix Black,” Harry grinned. “Now, why don’t we get this going. We don’t have long before the Aurors arrive, you know.”

“Is this how you’re going to excuse finishing too quickly?” Bellatrix asked sharply.

“Trust me, you’ll be cumming longer before I do,” Harry said.

His fingers found the hidden zipper in the fabric of her dress robes and slowly pulled it down. The top of her back became exposed, but there was still the matter of the corset to deal with. He had to carefully unravel the knots holding it in place, but Bellatrix didn’t make it easy for him. She teased him with her arse, making this slow task all the more painful for him. She smirked at him when his breathing hitched, but all that did was seem to spur him on to move faster.

Bellatrix felt the pressure around her torso lessen as Harry undid the last knot on her corset. Suddenly, her dress robes began to slip down her body. She hadn’t worn a bra, naturally, but she did have a fine set of black-lace panties on underneath. They were her favourite pair, and if this man dared to rip them off of her—

Thankfully, he was just as delicate with helping to remove them as he’d been with her dress robes. He crouched down behind her and gently hooked his thumbs underneath the waistband before pulling them down. The scent of Bellatrix’s arousal instantly hit the air, and Harry breathed it in deeply.

“Merlin,” he groaned quietly as she stepped out of her dress and panties. His hands massaged her legs as he worked back up to her thighs, but he stopped before he could get close to her core. “Get up on the bed,” he ordered her. “On your back.”

Bellatrix did as he bade, giving him a perfect look at her arse and her pink pussy as she got on her hands and knees of the bed. Then, she rolled over as seductively as she could, which must have worked out quite well because Harry’s eyes were glued to her breasts as they jiggled on her chest.

“I’m going to get you ready for me,” he told her. “And then I’m going to make you mine.”

She wanted to see him naked now, but she wouldn’t dare ask him and make it seem like she was at a disadvantage here. She merely raised a challenging eyebrow at him. “Give it your best shot.”

A spark flashed in his eyes, and Harry dove in between her legs. His warm breath misted across her thighs and then her labia as he got closer to her core.

Bellatrix knew what was coming next. She’d read about it before and even had her aunt try to lecture her on what her duties as a woman were. In pure-blood culture, a man going down on a woman was seen as a reward for her pleasant behaviour, but Harry didn’t seem to care about any of that. He was going down on her because he wanted to.

But knowing what was coming next and truly understanding it were two different things. Bellatrix was a virgin, and the most she’d ever done before with another person was kiss. This was uncharted territory, and while she was no stranger to playing with herself and experiencing all of the pleasures that went along with it, having someone else touch you like that was another thing entirely.

His lips were nice and soft against her lower lips. Bellatrix tried to control her breathing, but it was so difficult when his lips were teasing her like this. Her clit ached to be touched, but his lips never came close to it. His tongue started to probe her labia, gently licking at the moisture that had formed there.

Bellatrix slowly closed her eyes and let herself get used to the foreign sensations. Harry must either have incredible intuition of plenty of experience to get her worked up like this. He wasn’t giving her what she wanted, but he was slowly driving her mad with desire. The heat burning in her core grew and grew, and Bellatrix knew that it was only a matter of time before it erupted.

Harry licked her again and again, probing deeper. One of his fingers started to tease her slit, and then another joined it. He was testing the elasticity of her pussy, which she knew would give him a nice, tight fit when he eventually fucked her. His tongue continued to lap at her, and then it finally started to move upwards.

His tongue gave one circular motion around her clit, and an explosion of pleasure hit Bellatrix hard.

Bellatrix’s eyes snapped wide open. She grabbed the back of Harry’s head, running her fingers through his messy hair, and keeping him right in place so that his tongue could continue to do those wonderful things to her.

Her mouth opened as a wordless sound of ecstasy came out. Immediately, she flushed in embarrassment. This was the type of sound that a lesser woman would make when her mediocre lover did something halfway decent for once. She was above all of that. She required absolute perfection from her lover to elicit that type of response. Surely Harry wasn’t that good—

“Ahh,” Bellatrix moaned softly as Harry’s lips puckered around her clit. Okay, maybe he was pretty good, but that didn’t mean that she needed to act like a wanton whore trying to impress a client. She was more dignified than that. She had to make Harry work to see her in so much pleasure. All she needed to do was take a deep breath and recompose herself.

Suddenly, her thighs quivered and her knees tried to snap together as the flat of his tongue ran along her clit. That little bundle of nerves sent a wave of pleasure throughout her entire body, and just as that wave started to wane, another one started up. Her legs squeezed Harry’s sides tightly, but the muscular man didn’t even seem to notice. He just kept up with his ministrations.

Those devilishly-handsome green eyes glanced up at her. There was amusement in them as he saw her lust-filled face.

Bellatrix tried to force herself to glare at him, but it was hard to do when he had two fingers prodding at her entrance. She was wet enough that they slid into her easily, even when she clamped down hard on him to show just how tight she was. His fingers wiggled their way inside of her, curled up, and hit the most delightful point at the same time as his tongue touched her clit again.

“Fuck!” Bellatrix shouted as she threw her head back. A tremor wracked through her entire body, and her back arched off of the bed.

He was beyond good, she had to admit. She couldn’t imagine anyone else, not even herself, being able to make her feel this good this quickly. She hadn’t cum yet, but she was damned close. If he kept this up…

His tongue made her scream again as he repeated the same motion. She sucked in a deep breath, ready to finally explode.

And then he pulled away from her.

Bellatrix scrambled furiously to try to grab onto his hair again, but he was too quick and nimble.

“Get back in there and finish the job,” Bellatrix growled dangerously as she sat up on the bed.

“I’ll finish the job while I’m inside of you,” he countered sternly. With a flick of his wrist, all of his clothes vanished from his body.

Before Bellatrix could make a move, he’d grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her belly. Then, he lifted her hips and pulled her torso backwards, forcing her onto her hands and knees as he positioned himself behind her.

“I hope you’re ready for the fuck of a lifetime,” Harry said with a husky tone that made Bellatrix feel like she was going to melt.

She didn’t even need to reply; he just started pushing forwards. The bulbous head of his cock parted her soaking-wet lips and speared into her. The intense heat of his cock made Bellatrix moan again. It wasn’t fair that he was making her come undone like this and yet she’d barely heard a few sounds of pleasure from him. But she knew that those would come soon enough. Her body was sheer perfection, and before long, he’d be the one begging for more of her and not the other way around.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Harry groaned as he bottomed out inside of her. His manly hands grabbed her arse and squeezed her tightly.

“As if I’d be anything less,” Bellatrix replied hotly.

He chuckled in response. “We’ll see how tight you are after I loosen you up with my cock,” he teased her.

Bellatrix glanced over her shoulder at him and narrowed her eyes. “I won’t—”

Her eyes bulged out as he pulled his hips back and slammed forward again, interrupting her in the middle of her sentence. It felt absolutely fucking incredible, and it drove all the air out of her lungs. She gasped in a deep breath, but it left her just as quickly as he slammed into her again.

He took her like an animal. His cock filled up her tight little pussy perfectly, and she could feel every single inch of it as he pounded into her. All that Bellatrix could do was hold onto the bed sheets for dear life and try to stay stable as he made an absolute mess out of her. She wished that she could see what she looked like from his perspective, to see his thick cock splitting her open as he fucked her.

Each thrust made his heavy balls smack off of her clit, sending another spark of pleasure through her body. In seconds, she was panting like a bitch in heat as he rammed into her again and again, never once stopping to give her a chance to catch her breath or recover her composure.

This was what a real man was like, Bellatrix knew. None of those pathetic pure-bloods at the ball could have done this to her, and certainly not Rodolphus Lestrange, not that he even could anymore. It cemented in Bellatrix’s mind that she’d made the right choice in joining up with this man. Even if his war against the Death Eaters failed, at least she’d have this incredible sex to remember him by.

Suddenly, Harry gave her a sharp spank on her arse just as he thrust all the way inside of her pussy. The sharp contrast between the overwhelming pleasure and the mild sting of pain made it all so much more electrifying, and Bellatrix couldn’t help but let out an incredible cry of pleasure.

“I did promise that I was going to make you mine,” Harry reminded her as he spanked her again. Bellatrix whimpered out a moan, trying to hide how good being spanked by him felt. It was a lost cause though because her pussy clamped down hard on his cock each time he spanked her. “And I’m going to make you cum all over my cock before I fill you up with my seed.”

“Yes,” Bellatrix hissed, letting her head hang low as she gasped for more breath.

The longer this went on, the more defeated she felt. She was never going to be able to prove herself superior to Harry, not when he was too bloody perfect. His cock was making her mind go blank, shattering any illusions she had that she was the apex predator at the ball tonight. At best, she was in second place, but she realised that she didn’t care as much as she thought she did because she was Harry’s now.

Being his was all that mattered in the world.

Harry spanked her hard again, and Bellatrix was sure that he was marking her with his handprint.

“Who do you belong to?” He demanded to know from her.

“Y—you,” she managed to get out before she cried in pleasure again as his cock stretched her pussy to its limits.

He spanked her hard again. “Good girl,” he said.

He collapsed on top of her, and Bellatrix’s limbs gave out under his weight. She ended up spread eagle on the bed with Harry’s hips against her arse as he drove his cock deep inside of her pussy. One of his hands snaked around her neck, choking her lightly without actually hurting her. Then, he went right back to pounding into her.

“If you’re mine, then I’ll expect you naked in my bed anytime I want,” he murmured huskily into her ear.

“Yes,” Bellatrix said back, her voice husky as he tightened his grip around her neck.

“Your my fucking dirty girl, aren’t you?” He groaned.

Her arse stung where he’d spanked it as his hips collided with her, but Bellatrix didn’t care. She was too lost in her haze of pleasure to care about anything else right now.

“I am,” she moaned out.

“Say my name,” he ordered her. “Say my name as you cum all over my cock.”

He rammed inside of her pussy, and Bellatrix screeched. “Harry!”

There was a torrential explosion of ecstasy within her. It flooded every inch of her body and left her shaking violently as she came around his cock. Her walls spasmed, squeezing him as tightly as she could. She could make out every vein and the exact curve of his cock. She gasped as his grip on her neck tightened again, but then it suddenly released and she could breathe again.

“Fucking hell!” Harry groaned as he pumped into her one final time.

The most satisfying sensation of hot, sticky liquid filling her womb nearly sent Bellatrix into a state of catatonic bliss. Harry was groaning her name into her ear, scratching her ego just right. He pumped spurt after spurt of cum into her, leaving her feeling full and content.

When he finally released all of the tension in his body, Bellatrix knew that he was done. They were both breathing heavily like they’d just run a marathon but both were unwilling to move. The skin-on-skin contact was too wonderful to give up just right now.

It wasn’t until a few minutes later that Harry finally pulled out of her, leaving Bellatrix with a deep longing to get him back inside of her pussy. She could feel his seed spilling out of her and onto the bed sheets as he stood up next to the bed.

“At least Malfoy isn’t around to complain about the state of his bed,” Harry said as he grabbed a corner of the bedding and wiped his cock clean of Bellatrix’s juices.

Bellatrix did the same, wiping away the last drops of Harry’s cum that were spilling out of her.

Suddenly, a loud shout from the corridor drew both of their attention.

“That’d be the Aurors,” Harry sighed. “And here I’d hoped for a bit more time between the two of us.”

“We can keep going wherever your base is,” Bellatrix said hopefully. Her pussy was sore, but she’d deal with it if it meant getting fucked by him again.

“Brilliant idea,” his eyes flashed with lust. “But we still need to get past them. Luckily, I’ve got a plan. Get your clothes on, and let’s go.”

Bellatrix’s legs were unsteady, but she still managed to put her panties on and get her dress in place. She didn’t tie the corset all the way back up—the top two knots would be enough to keep it from falling off of her.

Harry had gotten dressed with some conjured clothes in the interim, and with a wave of his wand, he vanished the window out of its frame.

“We can’t apparate from inside of the manor except from the entry hall, but we can if we’re technically outside of it,” he grinned at her.

Bellatrix raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re telling me that we need to jump out of a window to escape?”

“Don’t you trust me?”

At the start of the night, Bellatrix would’ve answered in the negative, but that wasn’t the case anymore. Any man who proved himself to be as competent as he had deserved the benefit of the doubt.

She stepped right up next to him and leaned out the open frame to look at the ground below. They’d hit it in just a couple of seconds.

She leaned back in and looked at Harry’s stunning green eyes. “I trust you.”

He gave her that damned charming grin again and wrapped his arm around her waist. He helped her up onto the window sill just as there was a knock at the door. They both ignored it as Harry climbed up next to her.

Their feet were dangling over the open air when the door burst open. Two Aurors charged in with their wands drawn.

“Freeze!” They both shouted in unison.

“Maybe next time, gentlemen,” Harry winked at them as he threw himself and Bellatrix forward.

Bellatrix twisted in the open air, barely catching a glimpse of the two Aurors leaning out the empty window frame with looks of pure shock on their faces before Harry apparated the two of them away.

Finally, she’d been to one interesting party that she could say was definitely worth the visit.