I will have you

"You could not have made me the offer of your hand in any possible way that would have tempted me to accept it."
Eliza looked at Darcy as if challenging him to rebuke the intrinsic merit of her statements. He stared back at her no less bravely.
"You are mistaken, Miss Elizabeth, if you think that such will be the end of the matter. I will have you for my wife."
He had drawn quite close to her where she stood with her back to one of the bookshelves, and grasped her hands in his. She started in outraged shock as he pinned her hands at her sides. His face was scant inches from her own and so was she overwhelmed by his presence and faint odors of cologne, horse and his own self that she could scarce listen to his words.
"Miss Elizabeth Bennet, will you agree to marry me?"
Her own pride rallied within her and, though she could not speak, shook her head vehemently. His eyes flashed and he shifted her hands so they were both held behind her back and he gripped her waist against him with the other.
"In that case you leave me no choice, for have you I will."
She began to struggle as he hoisted her against his strong frame and deposited her on a chaise, planting himself firmly atop her, her hands still prisoned by his left hand while his right drew her skirts about her waist and made short work of her underthings. As she felt hard, hot flesh against her thigh, she drew breath to scream, but he clamped a hand over her mouth. He thrust, sudden and hard, and she felt a warm jabbing between her legs. With another fierce jab and a tearing pain within her, she perceived that he was within her. His eyes were fixed on hers and his face flushed darkly. She had ceased to struggle and he let go her hands to wrap an arm about her chest and draw her close to his chest. As she closed her eyes, overcome by pain and strange sensations, she felt tears stream down her face. As they ran over his hand, he removed his hand from her mouth and looked into her face again.
"I am sorry for the necessity for such violent expediency, but now you are mine, Elizabeth." He pulled her closer, his arms wrapped around her. She was still, stunned by the sudden ravishment and the implications beginning to swarm in her mind. Darcy murmured, his face in her hair, for long moments, before parting his still-hard flesh from hers, righting their clothes and drawing her onto his lap.
She looked up at him, the desire to upbraid him for his ungentlemanly behavior cresting, but choked, tears rising again. He smoothed her hair and laid a warm hand across her back.
"My Elizabeth," he said gently, wrapping his arms around her once more. "Bitter though this may be, I trust that in time I shall be able to make you forgive me."
Elizabeth, not trusting herself to speak, rested her head against his chest, letting his arms imprison her.