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"Now that you know who I am, what do you think I should do with you?" Mr. Fuller's voice was low and cool and Charlotte felt a frisson of fear (or was it excitement?) as she considered just how dire her situation truly was. Black Brand the nameless highwayman was certainly not a man to be trifled with, but Randolph Fuller the passionately enraged brother was even scarier.

"You have to be merciless." Charlotte's breathy whisper was so quiet she could barely hear her own words, but somehow Mr. Fuller heard her clearly enough.

"Don't you deserve mercy, Miss Marlton?" The outlaw crawled over her prone body hovering just inches above her aching breasts so he could look down into her eyes as he questioned her. "Surely you were not responsible for Mary's seduction and consequent banishment." She could feel the warmth of his breath on her lips and closed her eyes as she arched her back lifting her breasts until the hardened nipples grazed against his chest even as she refused to accept his olive branch.

"No! I'm as guilty as my father." Charlotte moaned softly, even as she tried to imagine just what would happen when a man of Mr. Fuller's size, strength and blazing passion took his vengeance on her inexperienced body. "I could have tried to reason with him, but I did nothing. Punish me roughly," she gasped, "make me scream as you defile me."

Randy could not believe what Miss Marlton was saying, did she really want him to ravish her? Or was this some game she was playing? Unable to resist any longer he lowered himself onto her crushing her warm tits between them and searching for her mouth with his. To his surprise she turned away from his kiss.

"I'm not going to surrender meekly, you villain." Miss Charlotte mocked him, "If you want your vengeance, you'll have to take it!" She pressed her hands against his shoulders and pushed futilely against him as she rocked and twisted under his hips. "That's what a coarse outlaw should do to his innocent captive."

Randy was too far along the path to stop now, he buried his fingers into her lush hair and jerked her mouth fiercely to meet his kiss. In spite of her protests Miss Marlton's mouth opened under the relentless pressure of his kiss, God she tasted good; her feminine curves molded against his hard body - everything about her enflamed his desire. By the time he lifted his mouth from hers her breathing was ragged, and her face and breasts were flushed and heated.

His erection was as hard as he could ever remember where it nestled against the softness of her belly and if he didn't get satisfaction soon he was going to explode. When he tried to gently slide Miss Charlotte's panties she refused to cooperate and finally with a growl of frustration he tore the lace undergarment from her hips exposing a dark patch of hair and the pink lips of her sex before pinning her once again to the bed.

"No!" She moaned, "Please, my father will pay you for my release."

"Fuck your father." He was truly angry once again. "And fuck you too Lady Marlton." With that he pressed the head of his manhood into her sex and rocked experimentally deeper as she suddenly stiffened under him.