Charlotte asks him

"Mr. Fuller?" Charlotte hesitated not wanting to sound ungrateful. "Mr. Fuller, how did you come to be in my room?"

"Through the window Lady Marlton." His answer was as unhelpful as it was honest.

"Yes, I realized that," Charlotte tried again, "but why did you come here to my room, tonight?" Mr. Fuller seemed at a loss of words, but suddenly she knew. Black Brand knew she had told the searchers where to find him. He had eluded the party sent to capture him and he came to her room to punish her for betraying him. Instead of fear, Charlotte tried to hide her excitement. Priscilla was wrong. He did want her! Mr. Fuller was, afterall, none other than the notorious Black Brand. She had yet to hear any confirmed reports of his ravagings, but she knew that her father and aunts would do their best to shelter her sensitive ears from any of those disturbing assaults.

"Do what you must, Mr. Fuller." Charlotte lay back on the bed pulling the skirt of her nightgown upwards so she could spread her legs to accommodate his massive body as he climbed between her thighs. "I will not fight you." She watched him through lowered lashes, if he was here to punish her she must be ready for him to be rough as he **** his way into her tight passage...

Randy stared at Lady Marlton in stunned silence. Did she think he had come to her chambers to finish what he had started, not that he wasn't tempted. He could imagine few things more erotic than the chestnut-haired beauty laying on her own bed with her lacey nightgown pulled high on her legs. The moonlight streaming through the open window illuminated the pale skin of her thighs and the way her hands clenched into tight fists as she anticipated what was to come.

"No!" Randy's voice was hoarse as he denied what she must be thinking as well as his own need. "No, Lady Marlton. I swear, I did not come to your room to ravish you, like that gentleman I found here. Randy made no attempt to hide his contempt for Mr. Worthington. He did not know what manner of relationship the elegant dandy had with Miss Marlton, but he knew that if they had met in a drunken bar brawl Randy would have felt great satisfaction in ruining his handsome face with his fists.

"Then why?" Miss Marlton's voice cracked with emotion. "I know I am not beautiful, Mr. Fuller, but sur-"

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met Lady Marlton." Randy interrupted her before she could finish her sentence. The disdainful words of Jason Worthington, echoed in his ears and he wanted more than ever to smash his sneering mouth.

"Then why don't you..."

"Because Miss Charlotte, in spite of what your father might have told you, I am not a ****!" The moonlit chamber fell silent for what seemed like a very long time and Randy decided it was time for him to leave. Is he started to turn Miss Marlton surprised him once again.

"What if it wasn't ****?" She asked softly. "What if the woman in question wanted your touch."