Bellatrix averted her gaze when he mentioned that. It was only for a moment, and her eyes were back on his. "I do believe I have quite paid my debts for that, have I not?" she asked angrily, although it was a rhetorical question. Her time in the dungeons had taught her not to take such drastic steps, and she had no intentions of doing it again.
Her eyes flashed darkly at his mention of jealousy. It was true that she grew angry when she found out about his little affairs, but to blatantly call her such to her face was too much. She struggled harder against her bonds, intent on teaching him a lesson, even if she knew she'd never be able to break them.
Bella's lips parted, letting out a breath at the sight of her blood on his tongue. She could feel the heat rising quickly in her body, unbidden and enhanced by the hormones that overloaded her system. Bloody potions.
She then sucked in a breath as his voice slid across her ear and the front of her robes parted underneath his wand. Her skin hit the cool air, and she began to quickly grow more and more frustrated with her position. With one swift motion, Bella raised her leg, hooking it around his waist and pulling his body against hers. "I can think of a few ideas," she growled.
It looked like perhaps she would get what she came for after all.