“I’m sure your actions aren’t having the affect you hoped for. Staying still would be a wiser move,” Yasin said.

Lily stopped instantly. He could feel her rapid breathing, whether because of anxiety, or excitement, he wasn’t sure. Maybe both. He smiled, realizing that was only wishful thinking on his part, but he always had been a bit of a dreamer.

Finally, he slid backward and rolled her onto her back.

He smiled. “So you do like my bed.”

“I was worried that your brother might come back. That if he found I wasn’t in your bed, that he would assume you were done with me.”

His smile faded.

She’d been lying terrified in the night while all he’d been concerned with was own sexual frustration. Fuck, what kind of man was he?

“Lily, I am truly sorry you are in this position. I would never have wished this on you.”

“Even though you hated me for breaking up with you?”

“I didn’t hate you.”

She pushed herself up on her elbow and gazed at him.

“Yasin, I am sorry that I hurt you. I wish that hadn’t happened. And I especially wish that...” She frowned and rested her hand on his shoulder. “It hadn’t been your birthday. If I had known, then—”

He rolled away, anger flashing through him.

“You would have what? Waited another day to tear out my heart?”

He sat up.

“That night I had planned a special date for us,” he said. “One designed to enchant you. I had hoped to invite you into my bed. I was sure you were as ready as I was. I had seen it in your eyes.” He glared at her. “So would you have slept with me, then broken my heart the next day? Or would you have still walked away, despite knowing it was my birthday?”

Her eyes gleamed and he clenched his jaw at the thought she might shed tears.

She didn’t deserve his compassion. She was the one who had wounded him.

“I remember you said you’d be taking me somewhere nice, so I should get dressed up,” she whispered. “I didn’t realize until much later that it was to celebrate your birthday.”

“I did not plan to seduce you as a birthday present to myself. That evening was all about you. About convincing you how much I—”

Fuck! He would not admit that he’d loved her.

“How much you what, Yasin?”

He simply scowled and jolted to his feet, then headed to the shower.

* * *

“Here, put these on.”

Lily stared at the skimpy green satin bra and panties with black sequins that Yasin dropped on the bed beside her. She sat up and lifted the items. There wasn’t much to them, but they were better than wearing nothing.

“Then come join me for breakfast.”

She’d heard the knock on the door a few minutes ago. Yasin must have asked the servant to bring this... clothing... for her with the food. He could have just left her with nothing but this coverlet to wear.

He looked exceptionally handsome this morning in his blue silk robe, the tie at his waist accentuating his broad chest. He turned and strode to the door. As soon as he left the room, she pushed herself to her feet and hurried into the bathroom. Ten minutes later, she finished towel-drying her hair, then pulled the items on. She stared at herself in the mirror and was taken aback at how sexy she looked. The bra pushed her breasts up high and proud, the flesh swelling from the tops of the cups. And the panties barely covered the important bits. In fact, when she turned around to glance at her back in the mirror she was uncomfortable at how much of her ass was showing.

She grabbed the coverlet and pulled it around her shoulders, then sucked in a deep breath and headed for the living area of Yasin’s quarters. As soon as she walked into the room, Yasin glanced up from his coffee at the table and his eyes grew stern.

“No. You will not wear that. I have arranged for you to have something to wear. Do not insult me by continuing to hide behind that covering.”

His reaction startled her and she dropped the coverlet.

Immediately, his eyes darkened to a deep coffee-bean brown, steaming almost as much as the liquid in his cup. His gaze dropped to the swell of her breasts, then continued down her stomach to her hips, resting on the small patch of fabric, practically burning a hole through it.

Her breath caught at the sizzling heat between them. At the intense awareness of her own body. Of her nipples swelling against the fabric.

A melting heat pooled between her legs.

Oh, God, right at this moment, she wished he would stride to her and sweep her off her feet, then carry her to his room and...

She sucked in a breath, her eyes wide.

“Sit,” he said sharply. “The food is getting cold.”

She sank into the chair across from him.

Oh, God, what was wrong with her? She knew this man was dangerous. His brother might be more so, but ever since she’d learned about his family... when her sister, and about a dozen other people, had made her aware—

“I said eat,” he said impatiently. “My brother is waiting for us to join him on the terrace with the others.”

Her eyes widened. “Like this?” She shook her head. “I can’t go out in public in this skimpy—”

“Silence! You will do as you’re told.”

With a shaky hand, she picked up her fork and began eating the food.

She had never seen Yasin like this. The thought that he might be as dangerous as his brothers and cousins had troubled her for a long time, but it had been distant. Something she’d known she’d had to act on by breaking up with him.

Now, having been kidnapped, bound, then forced into naked humiliation in front of his family, she’d experienced firsthand his family’s ruthlessness. But she’d never quite believed Yasin was like them. Not deep in her heart.

But seeing his cold eyes now... and feeling the anger emanating from him... disturbed her to her very core.

As soon as she finished, he stood up.

“It’s time to go,” he said, waiting expectantly.

She stood and followed him out the door, surprised he hadn’t chosen to change out of his robe first. Maybe he wore a bathing suit underneath.

He led her through the house, decorated with lush plants, colorful paintings and elegant furnishings. The whole feel was airy and in fitting with the tropical locale.

When he reached the doors leading to the terrace, he stopped.

“This will be different than anything you’ve been used to before, and I know it might be difficult for you, but hold your silence and do as I tell you. My brother only respects a man who has total control of his women and if I am to protect you, it is essential that we put on a good show.”

She wanted to tell him he’d already made this perfectly clear, but she didn’t want to say anything that would seem as if she were arguing with him.

She nodded. “Whatever you say, I will do.”

“And you will call me Master.”

Her eyes widened. “But—”

When she saw his nostrils flare and his dark glower, she bowed her head. “Of course. I will call you Master.”

At that, he pushed open the French doors and led her into the heat of the afternoon. He guided her past a large patio area, then around to a pool.

Several men lay on lounge chairs and their heads turned as Yasin and she approached.

Shock jolted through her as she realized they were all totally naked. She dropped her gaze to the ground, thankful that looking subservient would also allow her to escape the view of them.

Yasin led her to a chair near his brother Omar, then dropped his robe to the ground.