He presses his advantage

"I may be drunk." Conceded Jason Worthington, "but you, Charlie are not as virtuous as you pretend to be." Charlotte pulled back the sheet taking advantage of the brief pause in Mr. Worthington's **** to shift further from her would-be suitor.

"I know what you've been doing Charlie." Jason chanted in a sing-song voice that made him sound like a school boy half his age. "Miss Charlie has been petting her little kitty." His chuckling was making her mad, but instead of lashing out Charlotte tried once again to reason with the drunkard.

"You caught me, Jase." She smiled at the leering man, "but now that you know my little secret, you have to leave. We can discus it when you are sober." Hopefully, Jase wouldn't remember a thing from tonight and that would be the end of this humiliating encounter. Jason however was not so easily put off.

"Let me help my darling Charlotte." He shifted closer to her again resting his hand on her lap. "Many women have told me that my fingers bring them to Heaven's gates." Charlotte had to keep from slapping the man; why did he think that she would be impressed with his skill in seducing multiple other partners before her? Instead, she placed her hands on his chest and pushed hard against him in an effort to drive him back. She wanted to scream for help, but knew that that was not an option; if she made a scene and was caught in this compromising position her father would insist on their marriage. Will or no will, if Charlotte was discovered with Jason in her bed she was very likely find herself married to this man who she now knew with absolute certainty that she despised.

"I like that you are nervous, my sweet." Jason was pulling at the thin cotton sheet not at all put off by her determined resistance, "I'll be gentle." Charlotte struggled to roll him off her with even fiercer determination, she wasn't nervous - she was nauseated!

"Get off me Jason!" She hissed. "I don't want this."

"Of course you do darling, it's natural, we don't have to wait for our nuptial bed." Jason's assumption of marriage even as he was forcing her in her own bed was more than she could take.

"I'm not marrying you Mr. Worthington." One of her hands had slipped up to his throat and she dug her fingers into the soft flesh under his chin. "I'd never marry a drunkard womanizer like you!" The discomfort of her strong grip and the brutal sharpness of her words sobered her assailant, but the result was not what she had hoped for at all. Both her wrists were seized and stretched painfully above her head; Jason Worthington might dress like a dandy, but he was a strong man and was no longer trying to be gentle with her.

"I will have you Lady Marlton." There was just enough moonlight streaming through the window for Charlotte to see the cold anger in his eyes. "I will have your hand in marriage, I'll have your estate and the title that comes with it." The excitement in his voice was unmistakable. "and I will have this gangling over-muscled body and its plain face right now." His knee drove sharply between her thighs forcing them open and his chest landed on hers crushing her to the soft mattress beneath. "You see," he laughed as she squirmed helplessly, "your father already assured me that if you were compromised, this marriage will still proceed." Charlotte stared at her attacker in stunned surprise - her father had encouraged Jason to do this?

Jason took advantage of her startled reaction to cross her wrists, pinning one beneath the other; he now had a free hand to pull at her nightgown. The maneuver was so efficient that Charlotte could only assume it was a practiced skill, even in her own dire circumstances Charlotte wondered how many other young women had found themselves beneath this odious man feeling his excited breath on their faces and knowing that there was nothing they could do to save themselves. Jason's next words confirmed her worst thoughts about the man she had so recently even considered marrying.

"At least you'll be nice and wet." Jason sneered as he lifted her nightgown towards her head. "God how I hate those first dozen or so strokes in a dry pussy."