Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 190

Chapter 190: 190-Kissing Game

Helanie:

“Just so you know, I’m not kissing you or letting you kiss me,” I said as I watched him aim at the targets.

“Don’t ruin the fun, Helanie,” he said through gritted teeth, acting like he had to focus so hard to make a perfect shot. He was only doing this because I had told him how unfair it was since he was so good at it.

He launched the stone, and it hit the pyramid perfectly, crashing the stones and scattering them across the ground.

“Aha!” he laughed, turning to me and pouting his lips. He gently tapped his lips as he puckered them, making me roll my eyes.

“So, I will select—” As he started walking around me in a circle, I shook my head to dismiss any thoughts forming in his head.

“No! You are not kissing me,” I refused, but he let out an evil chuckle.

“Okay, since you’re so scared—” Those words were deliberately chosen because he knew I came here determined to be good at aiming.

“I’m not scared,” I stated confidently.

“Then come on,” he insisted, stopping right in front of my face.

“This is like a win-win for you. I win, I kiss you. You win, you kiss me,” I frowned. “How is this beneficial for me?”

I watched him narrow his eyes at me, then bend down to place his hands on his knees.

“Oh really? You don’t think you’ll be pleased in return? You’re acting like my kiss is nothing,” he pouted like a child, making me sigh in exhaustion.

“Just a quick peck, I promise. Okay?” He stretched his neck back and muttered, “Since my kiss is so disgusting…” He was definitely upset that it came across like that. He wanted me to immediately start celebrating that he would kiss me.

“Why don’t you work harder to aim better so you can win? That way, you can choose to kiss the back of my hand only, so you don’t have to worry about your gracious lips touching my pathetic body anywhere else, mate!” Him calling me “mate” was his way of showing he was offended that his mate didn’t want him to touch me or be touched by him.

It’s not that he wasn’t an attractive man. I was just guilty of not being able to explain to him why what he felt wasn’t a mate bond.

I felt like I had led him on by accident.

“Fine. That will be okay,” I agreed, at least he wasn’t wrong. I could try to win in that way.

“So, I won,” he suddenly repeated his victory, informing me that I could worry about him kissing me later, because right now, he had won this round.

“Okay,” I felt so shy but kept my posture, ready for him.

He stepped closer, then steadily held my hand, raising it and kissing the back of it. A wave of heat ran through my body, warming me more than his jacket now. I shyly nodded and slipped my hand out of his, watching a small smirk play on his lips.

“My turn,” I said, walking over to the spot while he went outside to set up the pyramid again. I stood in my spot, my eyes on the stones, and when I tossed my stone, it landed so far away as if I were aiming at the air.

“Ooooh! Seems like you want to be kissed,” he commented with a laugh, getting under my nerves. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about myself, it’s that I don’t have much of a sportsman spirit. I can’t stomach losing any match.

He walked closer once again, raised his hand, and the tip of his finger touched my cheek, making me shudder shyly. With his arm wrapped around my tiny waist, he pulled me in and lowered his face to mine. His lips brushed my cheek, and I swear I almost passed out. I hated how his touch was making me feel.

“Mmmm,” he pulled back, moaning afterwards.

It was his turn, and he won again. His smirk kept growing. This time, he touched my chest, and my heart skipped a beat just thinking about it.

He lowered his face to my chest and gently gave a peck to my skin.

I swear, goosebumps covered my whole body as I wondered if it kept going, would he reach places that were forbidden? And it seemed to be his goal, too.

“Your turn,” he said. I stepped back and checked the time on my phone.

“I’ll start heading back now before it gets dark,” I suggested, not realizing it was already getting dark.

He looked bummed but nodded finally, “Okay! I’ll drop you off.”

He insisted, and soon we were in his car, making our way back to the rogue community. I made him park a little further away, not wanting any rumors to spread.

I quickly jumped out of his car to avoid any more talking. He had flirted enough with me for the day.

As I walked back to the hostel, I texted him to let him know I had safely reached my destination. He had asked me to let him know when I did.

Thankfully, dinner was being served, and everyone was already in the hall, or so I assumed. Since my friends knew I was out, they weren’t going to come call me for dinner. I took the elevator and had reached the 8th floor when I saw Lucy standing outside our room.

“You’re here? Where did you go?” she saw me and rushed over to me instead of entering the room.

“No, I was just walking around. You know, being a rogue. Old habits die hard,” I joked, using my rogue status as an excuse to always go missing.

“But why aren’t you at the hall?” I asked, noticing that she looked out of it.

“Umm, Gavin wasn’t there either,” she uttered, “Look, I know you tell me to stop torturing myself, but we haven’t broken up…”

In that moment, I had a very bad feeling about this.