Drabble - Lucius/Bella hard R
She would let him plant bruises like kisses, beautiful flowering purple that stained her pale skin. Nothing was the same but their hands, and hers would be tied and held at the wrist until they were tinged blue. When he fucked her, she would scream. He never left her unmarred, and he could taste her love-a love never reciprocated, but nonetheless enjoyed--smeared across her swollen lips. Bellatrix was an indulgence, a delicious dish that could sicken in excess.
Lucius never feared their exposure; it was a confession that thrilled and terrified him Dear Narcissa, I broke your sister.
Lucius never feared their exposure; it was a confession that thrilled and terrified him Dear Narcissa, I broke your sister.