Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 177

Chapter 177: 177-His Crazy Heart

Helanie:

“Tell me, why don’t you have a choice?” In front of me was a monster who wouldn’t think twice before killing me. But today, he was acting calm. Maybe because he didn’t want to get in trouble with me.

My mind was all over the place. Somewhere deep down, I knew this is not how I act, especially with this man, but then I would go back to the heaven where nothing hurt me.

I only wanted pleasure. I kept holding his big, gigantic hand between my two hands. He had big bones, veins, and such masculine hands.

“Everyone has a choice,” I added, and he steadily shook his head.

“I don’t,” his smile was fake and vacant. That’s because he didn’t want to be nice to me but was forcing himself.

“Hmm, why?” I inquired with a frown, trying my best to deliver the exact emotions that I should be feeling when having this conversation and not just drool over him because of how hot I was feeling in my body.

He stayed silent, his eyes fixated on the floor as he zoned out before he lifted his hand, making mine raise along.

He then freed his hand from mine but held my hand in his own this time. With a much steadier movement, he placed my hand on his chest.

I don’t know what he was doing until I began to feel his heart against my palm. Not just one heartbeat, but four. His heart was pounding like it was racing for something.

I don’t even think my own heart would beat so fast when I am nervous or doing some extreme exertion. This was crazy.

How was he alive like this?

“There are–how come there are four heartbeats?” I asked him, and he let out a little laugh, shaking his head once again as if to show me that I was being silly.

“You will never get an answer for that. It’s my secret,” he let go of my hand just so that he could put his finger to his lips when talking about his secret.

I didn’t remove my hand from his chest, still hearing his heartbeat and even stunned by how much attention I had on his heartbeat.

“It is nothing,” he awkwardly tried pulling my hand away, but I kept my hand on his chest, and somehow, he gave up and just sat in his spot.

I watched him look so comfortable with his head down and his eyes on my hand. I slowly slipped my hand under his shirt, touching his cold chest, and all four of his beats skipped. His heart went entirely silent for a moment before he gently grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand out, shaking his head very softly.

“You don’t want to do this. And I don’t plan anything for my life, neither do I intend to find a mate or choose a mate. You are my stepsister that I despise, and I would like this difference between us to stay.” Even when his words were hurtful for someone who was horny, there was still a subtle feeling of empathy I had for him in the moment.

“I will always keep my brothers as my priority, and I will–squash anyone or everyone who tries to hurt them. I am equipped that way. But I promise you that if you don’t do anything wrong to them, I will try my best not to hurt you with my words and actions again,” he finished, taking a deep breath and then exhaling from his nostrils.

“Why is it so hard for you to accept that you are not so cold-hearted?” I asked, and he rubbed his face in his hands.

“Because that is true,” he replied.

“Then why did you care today?” I watched him tilt his head as if telling me I was asking way too many questions.

“My brothers care deeply about you, Helanie. If they found out you were in this state and I didn’t take care of you or let them know what happened to you, they would not trust me again with anything related to them,” he calmly answered my question, and I nodded my head.

That’s when his phone rang, and he picked it up. His thick eyebrows narrowed, and his focus was on the caller.

“Okay, leave it on the counter. I will grab it from there,” he said on the call and ended it.

I was weirdly hungry for sex, but I knew my body was resisting the urge to jump on him again. He looked sad and didn’t want to be a part of it, and I didn’t want to be part of something that takes away someone’s right to say no.

My head was all foggy as he got up and left the room. I stayed sitting in bed, my hands in my hair as I grasped my hair in my fists.

That is when he came back with a sandwich and medicine in his hand, while his pinkie was wrapped around the bottle cap of a water bottle.

He sat down and handed me the sandwich, carefully unwrapping it before handing it to me.

“You gotta finish this because then you will be taking medicine,” he uttered, watching me take a little bite.

“Big bites!” he groaned, his fists resting on the mattress while he kept staring at my face with intent. He looked so scary, so I started taking big bites.

“Take a water break. Do I have to teach you how to eat as well?” he rolled his eyes, offering me water after he opened the cap.

I grabbed it and drank from the bottle while he held my sandwich for me. It was not sex, but making him take care of me was such a relief that I didn’t need an orgasm to feel better.

I then ate the rest of the sandwich and drank the water with the pill. He got up, holding the blanket as I laid down comfortably.

“I wanted to enjoy the trip, you know I won today?” I complained, pouting.

He let out a little laugh before he whispered, “I know. You are a wonder, Helanie. Now sleep, I will be in the living room. No one will come near your bedroom, not even ghosts.”

For some reason, his words and reassurance were so much that I quickly closed my eyes and fell asleep from the pill he had given to me.