“You’re not sleeping here with me. There’s only one little bed.” “How many beds does a honeymooning couple need? Mustafa insisted we use the room. I couldn’t insult his hospitality.” She sucked in a deep breath, looking as if she were about to explode. Before she got a single word out, he pushed her onto the bed and covered her mouth with his hand. He slid on top of her and caught her wrists in his other hand. The length of his body kept her firmly in place as she tried to twist out from under him. “Listen to me, you stubborn little brat. We have a charade to play out here. Do you understand?” He tightened his grip and lowered his head so their faces were inches apart. He wanted to frighten her. By the startled look in her eyes, he’d accomplished his goal. His patience had reached its limit. They couldn’t afford to draw attention to themselves. Screaming at her new husband was not his idea of keeping a low profile. Lilly gasped for air. He lifted his hand long enough for her to catch a breath before covering her mouth again.
