Claimed for the greek's child

‘Do you have our passports?’ Anna asked. Anything to fill the strange awkward silence. ‘I wasn’t given them back when we landed.’
              Something dark passed over Dimitri’s features, and the sick feeling that Anna had been trying to ignore rose fully in her chest.       
              ‘I have them.’
              ‘I’d like them back.’
              ‘I’m afraid that’s not possible.’
              ‘What do you mean?’ Anna asked, her heart in her mouth.
              ‘I’m not giving them back to you.’
              ‘But–’
              ‘No buts. You are now in the position that I was in only a few hours ago. You are on Greek soil, and Amalia is my child.’ His eyes darkened, and the atmosphere between them became heavy with tension. ‘You cannot be trusted to raise my daughter in a safe environment. Your mother proved that quite successfully that first night. If you want any kind of rights over your child, if you wish to take her back to Ireland, then you will have to marry me.’
              ‘Marry you?’ Anna sputtered as she tried to comprehend what he was saying. ‘Marry you? Why would I…?’ Shock was short and sharp in her mind. Fear sliced through her like a knife. He thought she couldn’t be trusted to take care of her child? All she had ever done was take care of Amalia. Everything, she’d done everything, sacrificed everything for her. And her mother…? Betrayal thick and fast spread through her. All her instincts were to take her daughter and run. But where to? And who would help her? She was on an island in a country she didn’t speak the language of, and where she knew literally no one. How had she been so stupid? How had she allowed herself to trust this man? This man, that right now, she didn’t even recognise.
              Dimitri could see the fear in her eyes. He knew what it was like to feel trapped and helpless. But he couldn’t allow himself to feel sorry. Not for a minute.
              ‘I’m not reneging on my offer. I will take care of your mother, and your business, should your mother ever want to return and continue to run it. But for now, you will agree to marry me, giving me legal rights over my child. I will accept nothing less. And you will not get your passports back until you do.’
              ‘Get out!’ she shouted. ‘Just get out.’