Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 175

Chapter 175: 175-I Am Guilty.

Norman:

I walked her back downstairs and then to the backside where she said her bedroom was.

So I was right previously.

While I kept walking, I didn’t forget to notice and examine her body language.

“Now!” I put her down on the bed and pointed at her. “If there is no injury, I’m leaving.”

I warned her, trying to stop her from playing games this time, but the minute I was about to walk away, she said something that caused my entire body to be covered in goosebumps.

“Fuck me!”

I hesitantly turned and watched her face.

“If you won’t, I will ask Maximus or Kaye to sleep with me, and trust me, they will not reject me,” her tone was laced with lust.

“How dare—” I yelled, not even able to finish what I was going to say.

My body started to heat up, not from lust or her seduction but from shame.

Heat had rushed to my cheeks now, causing me to appear even stiffer.

“What the heck is wrong with you? You tried so hard to show us that you are nothing like your mother. You attempted everything in your power to become part of our academy, all just to throw it away like this?” I shouted, angry at the fact that she had even been able to fool my brother.

“And why did you say Maximus?” I then remembered Maximus used to hate her. He was angry that he had felt something for her.

Wait, did something change?

“I don’t have time. If you don’t give me what I’m asking for, I will—” she suddenly moved forward and grabbed my bulge from over my pants, causing such a shock that I froze. Her hand was small, barely able to hold my bulge, which wasn’t even hard yet. But the moment she grabbed it, I felt my dick twitch.

“Helanie—” I slapped her hand hard, leaving a red mark while stepping away from her in panic.

She instantly winced and held her hand, blowing air on the back of it.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? It sucks that I was right about you. I should have fucking thrown you out of our lives when I had—” as I was yelling and stepping back and away from her, I stepped onto something and groaned loudly.

“The fuck is that?” I shouted, turning around and seeing food on the ground. It was a half-eaten croissant.

My eyes lingered on it, and then I knelt down to observe it. “That is flame of lust.”

The green inside was not even disguised properly. The smell of the foul substance was so pungent that it hit me hard.

“What is—” I shot up, turning to look at Helanie, who was still rubbing the back of her hand.

“Somebody fed you this?” It all made sense, and I felt guiltier than ever.

She sat there miserably, pouting and, Goddess knows, not even understanding what she was doing.

The one thing that hurt me the most was that I could have just known she was under drugs from the little different smell on her. Her skin had a hint of that smell, but my hatred and judgment for her were so strong that I didn’t realize the truth behind her messed-up state.

Ridden with guilt and embarrassment, I reached out and sat on the bed. “Who did this to you?” I asked.

It was suddenly just so wrong.

The fact that someone drugged her and left her behind without the acknowledgment that there are so many guards here who could have just taken advantage of her state, knowingly or unknowingly, saddened me.

I don’t remember when was the last time I felt this bad and sad. This agony was different.

“You did. You just slapped it and, look, left a mark on my hand,” she spoke so cutely with her lips puffed and pouted, extending her hand and showing the red mark to me.

“Look!” she insisted again, showing me her milky skin with a rash from my slap.

“I am so sor—” I stopped as the word apology was not my best pursuit. My ego was so high that I never made a mistake—or never thought I made one.

But ever since Helanie had arrived, I had been just so rude to her. And it was probably because of her mother’s actions.

But today, when she was under FOL, she still held herself back because usually even a little amount would make the victim go crazy. She could have just done way worse, but she resisted.

“I will apply some soothing ointment to it,” I spoke softly, guilt to the point that I couldn’t even raise my eyes to meet hers.

“You are a bad man,” she poked, and I shot my head up.

“But you have been staring at me weirdly,” she mumbled, making me roll my eyes at her.

“I never did,” I refused to let her get under my skin, especially now that I knew she didn’t even know what she was doing.

So all this time, when I was shouting and cussing at her, I was torturing a victim.

“The other day, when we were at the mansion and I arrived, you tripped because you were checking me out,” she mumbled, a little mischievous smile planting itself on her lips.

“That is not true—” I almost yelled in my defense. But the truth was that I did trip because I stared for too long. It was not because I was checking her out—she just stood out among everyone and made me wonder why she was given so much beauty and shine when her mother is such a bad woman.

“So now can we have sex?” she jumped and sat attentively.

“No! You are going to rest. If I knew earlier, I would have given you the anti-FOL, but it is too late as the FOL has taken over your blood now. So I am going to leave and get you a sedative so that you spend this time sleeping peacefully and wake up safe—” Now that I knew it wasn’t her fault she was acting that way, I used a gentle tone with her.

However, she suddenly jumped and sat in my lap, her legs wrapped around my waist, and her posture seductively tempting. My hands flew back on the bed in shock, but she didn’t let me get away as she held my tie and started forcing me towards her.