What if Mr Darcy refused to take no for an answer?

BY : ClassicsRetold
Category: > Pride and Prejudice
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, based on Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is unintentional/coincidental. I do not own Jane Austenís Pride and Prejudice, nor the characters from them. I do not profit

Elizabeth felt herself growing more angry every moment; yet she tried to the utmost to speak with composure when she said,

``You are mistaken, Mr Darcy, if you suppose that the mode of your declaration affected me in any other way, than as it spared me the concern which I might have felt in refusing you, had you behaved in a more gentlemanlike manner.''

She saw him start at this, but he said nothing, and she continued,

``You could not have made me the offer of your hand in any possible way that would have tempted me to accept it.''

Again his astonishment was obvious; and he looked at her with an expression of mingled incredulity and mortification. She went on.

``From the very beginning, from the first moment I may almost say, of my acquaintance with you, your manners, impressing me with the fullest belief of your arrogance, your conceit, and your selfish disdain of the feelings of others, were such as to form that ground-work of disapprobation, on which succeeding events have built so immoveable a dislike; and I had not known you a month before I felt that you were the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed on to marry.''


After staring at her in shock for a moment Mr Darcy turned to leave the room, but as his hand reached for the door handle he stopped and looked so intently over his shoulder at her that Lizzy suddenly felt naked before him. He turned and quickly walked towards her, and in a voice full of longing and anger declared, ‘Miss Bennet, you must marry me. You will marry me!,' and grabbing her shoulders brought her into a hard kiss.

He pulled back from her shocked face and told her, 'If your sister really loves Bingley I will make sure he returns to Netherfield and as for Wickham he has completely misled you as to my treatment of him. He refused the living my father put aside for him and was amply compensated for it. After squandering the £3000 I gifted him, he tried to elope with my fifteen year old sister and her considerable dowry. Now stop this and agree to marry me!'

'Mr Darcy,’ Elizabeth cried 'unhand me, how dare you!'

'I do dare, Lizzy. One way or another, by the time I've left this room you will have agreed to be my wife' and having said this Mr Darcy pulled her closer and forced his lips against hers. Lizzy tried to push him away, but he was so strong and she felt so overwhelmed by the situation. Mr Darcy in love with her and Wickham a liar! How could this be true?

Mr Darcy's grip was hard on her shoulders as he began to kiss down her neck, 'Say yes Lizzy, say yes!'

'Stop this! I will not marry you, we are not the least bit compatible and you are no gentleman.'

Mr Darcy looked down at Lizzy and whatever little restraint he had left snapped, he grabbed her by the waist, picked her up and carried her to the closest chaise lounge as she struggled against him. Placing her on the chaise lounge he immediately covered her body with his, resting between her legs and trapped both of her hands with one of his.

'You've said quite enough Madam, now be quiet and let me show you how good we could be together,' he said and promptly untied his cravat pushed it into her angry mouth to quieten her.

'Sshh be quiet dearest, we would not want the maid to discover us thus. Then again, maybe I should let you scream, we would have to marry very quickly then. And marry we will my love.'

He kissed from below her ear down to her collarbone and continued on to the swell of her full breasts. He used his free hand to pull the top of her dress down to gain access to her breasts, alternating hot kisses and licks between them.

'I knew they would be beautiful Lizzy, but not this much. Perfect. Exquisite.'

Lizzy was in turmoil, she was furious with this outrageous behaviour, but also very aware of the hot heat between her legs. Surely he would not go that far?

As Mr Darcy continued to nuzzle her chest, Lizzy felt her own lust grow. Who could have thought that he would be so passionate? He had seemed so cold and frigid until now.

His hand travelled down the length of her body, squeezing along the way until he found the end of her dress and pulled it up to her waist, exposing her to him. Lizzy struggled against this, but then remembered the maid who might be close by, and they could not be found like this!

His hand reach down between her legs and softly stroked her, finding her hot and wet for him, 'You are not so indifferent to my charms as you like to think, give in now, and I will try to behave myself. Will you marry me Lizzy?'

Lizzy shook her head and kicked at him ineffectually, embarrassed that her body was betraying her so.

'Don’t be embarrassed, dearest, I want you just as much. Now let me show what we will do every day together once you agree to be Mrs Darcy. This is how we will start,' he whispered into her ear and stroked her intimately, using his thumb to rub small circles against her clit while slipping a finger deep inside her at the same time, slowly building up the speed until she quietly groaned and stopped fighting him; as she relaxed against him, he quickly built up the speed of his hand until she came shuddering against him.

'I can't wait until we have the time for me to taste you properly Lizzy, but just a little taste now,' and proceeded to suck his fingers clean. Shocked by his words and actions, Lizzy stared at him in shock.

'Ready to say yes yet? No?' He said as she shook her head and looked furious again.

'Well let's proceed then,' and used his free hand to unbutton his breeches, a difficult task considering his state of arousal and only being able to use one hand. At last he sprung free and he lowered himself to rub against Lizzy as she squirmed to get away, and then positioned himself at her entrance and looking into her brilliant, dark eyes pushed into her and whispered softly, 'We are as good as married now, my love.'

Darcy removed his neck-tie from Lizzy’s mouth to kiss her deeply as she moaned beneath him, and let go of her hands in order to take hold of her soft hair with one hand and a heavy breast in the other, as he entered her.

Lizzy placed her hands on his shoulders and tried to hold on as he smoothly thrust into her, and wondered how this could feel so good with a man that she had disliked so intensely but moments ago? She certainly felt more strongly about Mr Darcy that she had any other man before – though it had been in dislike, but perhaps she had liked him more than she had ever admit to herself. She had thought him intensely handsome at the Meryton Ball before his comment to Mr Bingley about her 'tolerable' appearance. Had her hurt vanity blinded her to his qualities and intensely passionate nature? And this was so intensely pleasurable for her, after the initial pain all she felt was burning, consuming pleasure.

Darcy smiled into Lizzy's shoulder as he felt her hands rest on his shoulders and her legs wrap around his hips; and soon after he felt her tightening around him in pleasure, anticipating her need he increased his speed until she came again and he followed shortly after her, biting her shoulder to quieten his ecstasy.

As they lay panting on the chaise lounge, his sanity slowly returned to him and he looked down at her sweet, flushed face and asked her again, 'Marry me, Lizzy?'

'I thought we were already married, Mr Darcy?' She was furious, happy, aroused and completely confused. How could her trip to Rosings finish with a proposal, being compromised by and then engaged to Mr Darcy? They would have to marry now – and there did seem to be some unexpected benefits to being Mrs Darcy…

'I'm glad you've finally seen reason, my love,' said Mr Darcy and kissed her softly. After a moment, he stood up and said 'I’ll travel to London tomorrow and from there straight to Longbourne to speak to your father. Do not worry Lizzy we are more compatible than you think and I will make you happy. Tell no one of our betrothal until I return for you, my aunt will not be pleased by the news,' and having buttoned his breeches and smoothed his hair in the mirror above the mantelpiece, he bent down and kissed her hand, 'I shall see you very soon,' and with that left her to return to Rosings and begin making plans for their wedding.

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