"Yet months ago you waved away any talk of my business dealings, telling me you preferred to just flex your wand on our victims. Which is it to be?" It felt at times he could be married to two women, for all her mood swings.
"It would seem that it works then." He let his nostrils flare in his own anger at the way she treated the women he had fucked when she had been the one to show no interest. "Dare I say the same about the toy boys you like to waggle your fingers at and who will do your bidding at the slightest crook of your finger?" He'd done her the courtesy of not mentioning them, and until she had taken such a forward hand in the poisoning of Romilda, he had thought she offered the same courtesy.
His hand was still around her neck, yet it wasn't fear he saw in her eyes. That's when he smiled with immense satisfaction. "Of course you aren't." With one fell swoop, he had her backed up against the bed post, his lips descending on hers as he bit down on her lower lip. The taste of her blood filled his mouth. The wand in his other hand cast a quick spell as he restrained her hands around the bedpost. He heard the indignant cry against his lips as he did so, but he wasn't about to let her get the upper hand.