Kaitlyn Boxall

"Come here." He orders in a firm voice.
"Why?" I question, pressing my thighs tightly together. Why do I feel so tingly down there...?
"Because I said so." He growls. Shit, he looks angry.
I hastily stand up and slowly walk over to him. My legs work so slow from beneath ,e that I almost feel as though I am being dragged across the room. My heart is yearning to be close to him but my mind is telling m to run for the hills. Why does every moment we share have to be so...heated?
When I am no more but just a few centimetres away from him, his hand grabs the side of my hip and yanks me forward. I gasp and found myself being held between his legs. "Ian?" I say in a small voice.

Alana and Mason are brother and sister. They've always been like two peas in a pod. Always together and they never left each other's sides. That was until Mason became 17 years old and started to look at his innocent sister in a different way. In a terrible and forbidden way...a way his parents and friends wouldn't understand.
"Alana, look at me." He whispers.
I can't, I can't look into his eyes. Because, I know what he's trying to do and I can't let him have what he wants. The thought and the feelings that linger between us, absolutely terrify me. I swallow, "No."
I don't know why I bothered, though. His grip goes to my wrist and he spins me around. My body collides with his and I feel the impact of his chest against mine. I cover my hand over my lips so he can't kiss me again. Not again, I can't do this.
"Alana! Open your eyes." I shake my head in determination.
However, I am no match for him as he tears my hand away from my face and captures my lips with his. I gasp and try to step away, my hands pushing against his chest, trying to fight him. I can't. I want him. I so want him. He backs me up against the wall, pinning my wrists above my head. I moan, pleading for him to go on. To never stop.
"I don't see you as my sister." He whispers lowly into my ear, "I see you as the only girl in the world for me."