She fights the temptation

Charlotte could no longer pretend to be unaware of Black Brand's libertine exploration of her curves. In spite of the unfamiliar cravings that threatened to overwhelm her defenses, she rolled away twisting free from the hands that were groping her. Her sudden movement momentarily startled her abductor, and she had enough time to seize his large hand in hers and pull it away from her naked breast.

"Stop!" Charlotte whispered fiercely, "I am not one of your lubricious doxies to maul for your amusement." Mr. Fuller was clearly surprised by her sudden resolve, either that or confused by her adjective, for a second she thought she had ended his groping, but then his free hand returned to her thighs searching for the moist heat between them.

"You squirm just like a doxie," the outlaw pulled her closer and chuckled as she twisted , "I bet you'd moan just as sweetly as any trollop if you had a thick hard cock splitting you open."

"You're nothing but a despicable rascal." Charlotte's retort lacked resolve, as she felt his fingers pressing hard against her aching womanhood. In her heart she suspected that the rogue was correct and that her feminine body would betray her if he continued on his course. "It's no less than what I expected you'd do to me last night." To her surprise and relief Mr. Fuller lifted his hand from down under the blankets to meet hers where she gripped his wrist.

"And what exactly did you expect a rascal like me would do?" The Highwayman asked softly, his strong hands clasping her small hands with easy power. Then before she even realised his intent, he slowly lowered his lips to find hers. This was not the like fiery kisses of the previous day, this time his lips teased her her trembling lips gently. "What do you think a disreputable scoundrel like me should do to the beautiful but innocent daughter of his hated foe?" Charlotte could feel hot blood rushing to her cheeks colouring them with a pink blush. She wasn't sure if it was Black Brand's sudden gentle approach, the way he described her as 'beautiful', or most likely the scene of deflowering that she was imagining. A lawless brigand like him should have been merciless in his defilement of his captured prize.

"In my books, the villains strip off the poor virgin's clothes." She whispered breathlessly even as she twisted her wrists in his rough work-hardened hands. "Every last stitch, until their captives are as naked as a marble statue from antiquity." Just as she knew he would, her captor began to do exactly that. He held both her wrist in one hand and with the other slowly began working her shift up over her arms as she wiggled in his grasp.

"And then what?" He asked when he pulled the lacey silk over her head and gazed with unabashed hunger at her naked breasts. She should be resisting this outlaw's slow unwrapping of his prize but it was pointless, chained as she was to his bed she was his to use as he wished and she was tired of wrestling with this broad-shouldered man.

"Mr. Fuller, as much as you hate my family, I cannot expect any mercy." Charlotte kicked and twisted but fingers easily began sliding her stockings down her thighs; she hadn't even noticed him unclipping the garters that held the silk sheaths in place. What she couldn't help noticing was the warmth that was heating her core as his thumbs stroked the sensitive skin on her inner thighs. Charlotte ignored the warmth from her core and focused on rejecting this outlaw's slow mining of her defenses.

"I will not just lie passively and let you defile me." Charlotte warned him, "If you intend to complete your vengeance, you'll have to hold me down to do it." She arched her back once more in an attempt to dislodge the man from the bed, but it was no use. The man was just too strong for her. He finished stripping away her undergarments until the only things that she wore was the small gold cross nestled between her aching breasts and the black iron band around her ankle. "