Marrying a Sheikh

“My beautiful Rayhana,” his dark eyes promise me torment. And the hand clenching my wrist—like a steel rod—causes pain. “Resistance is pointless.” “I don’t want it, Halim. I don’t—” I close my eyes, struggling to hold back tears. So that I won’t show my weakness to the one who has long wanted to break me.

“Did I ask for your permission?” it seems he finds my panic amusing. In this predatory smile it’s hard to make anything out, but the pleasure of what’s happening is clear to me.

“One night I’ll kill you!” I promise, desperately believing my words.

“And one night you’ll bear my child. You won’t have time to sleep.”