Chapter 2

Late that night, I lay in bed, drifting in and out of sleep.

Suddenly, I heard faint rustling in the room, and a blurry figure moved past.

I startled, sitting bolt upright, but a hand clamped firmly over my mouth.

"Shhh, quiet. Don't let Mom and Dad hear."

It was Liam.

I was still wondering why he was in my room so late when he lunged at me, pressing me back onto the bed.

I gasped. "What are you doing?"

"Heh."

He gave a wicked smirk. "What do you think I'm doing? I'm doing *you*."

What kind of talk was that?!

I pushed him away. "I'm your sister!"

"Not just my sister. You're *my* woman."

His words hit me like a shockwave. Without thinking, I kicked him squarely off the bed.

"Get lost!"

"Anya, what are you playing at? You're just a slut who'd sleep with anyone—Ah!"

He didn't even finish his sentence before I delivered another kick.

This one landed right in his crotch.

I watched him curl up, howling in pain, then I flexed my ankle and clicked my tongue.

"So small."