Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 195

Chapter 195: 195-The Myth Of Queen Of Arthendel.

Maximus:

As I closed my eyes, I saw her standing before me. Her beautiful long blond hair danced with the wind, her rosy cheeks looking fresh, and her red plump lips causing my heart to skip a beat.

Helanie had the most captivating eyes I had ever seen. One could stare at them and never look away. The driver was moving slowly as per my instructions. I didn’t want to reach the mansion already.

My mind was consumed with thoughts of Helanie.

My imagination ran wild when it came to her. If she ever found out how I imagined her, she would probably throw another two punches at me.

“Ughhh!” I moaned while leaning back in the backseat, savoring every moment of pleasure from imagining her.

In my thoughts, she started to take off her clothes. I had never seen her naked, so I could only imagine how amazing her body must look.

My excitement grew, and I heard a giggle. It brought me back to reality, and my eyes shot open. The girl I picked up from the bar was sitting at my feet, her lips tightly wrapped around my dick.

It was crazy how I couldn’t fully enjoy it until Helanie came into my thoughts. This girl at my feet was good too. She seemed experienced. “Look at you, it keeps growing. I love a man with a long and thick dick,” she shamelessly body-shamed others by constantly talking about big dicks.

I should have seen it as a red flag when I approached her at the counter, and she started ranting about how upset she was that her boyfriend had a small dick. I thought she was just talking, but nope!

She wanted a big dick.

With a smirk on her lips, she got up and raised her skirt, revealing she wasn’t wearing underwear. My smirk matched hers as she sat on my cock, slowly taking it inside her. But she had to stop as she finally realized she didn’t want that big of a rod in her. “Ow!” she winced in pain but kept trying to take it all in. “Oh my! Ouch! I am going to be in so much pain in the morning. What are you? An iron man?” she complained, biting her bottom lip but not giving up.

My hands moved to her waist, and by grabbing her body, I helped her lower her body without taking any more pauses. “AHHH!” Finally, the moment I pushed her down, and my entire dick reached up her vagina, a loud scream erupted out of her mouth with tears streaming down her cheeks. “This is too—big for me,” instead of enjoying the moment, she gave up. She quickly started to get up, “I don’t want my insides torn apart.”

My disappointment was through the roof. “Or maybe just give me a minute,” she excused, and I sat up, nodding my head. “Should I drop you home?” Seeing her in so much distress made me feel so bad for her. She looked like she was in a lot of pain. “No! I don’t want you to think I am an amateur. I have had sex so many times, but this—this is the kind of punishment I want for being naughty,” she pouted, sitting on the side to catch her breath.

“And I want to return the pleasure too,” she smiled, leaning over to my lips and pressing hers hard against mine. The moment we deepened the kiss, the car started moving. The driver instantly parked the car on the side of the road and started calling for the mercy of the Moon Goddess.

“What was that?” The girl quickly broke the kiss, a terrified look on her face. It caused me to gently hold her hand to comfort her.

“Driver, what’s going on?” I inquired, wondering why a mere earthquake had caused him to sound so distressed.

“Your Highness, did you hear that siren?” he asked, turning to look at me. Milania started adjusting her attire.

“Maybe,” I replied, shrugging. I had heard something, but I had been so focused on the kiss that I hadn’t paid much attention.

“The siren calling for natural disasters is a very bad omen,” the driver said, making me roll my eyes at him.

“Oh!” Milania suddenly hugged herself.

Her brown eyes and short black hair were the reason I picked her up tonight. I wanted to escape the thoughts of Helanie that had been driving me crazy, so I chose someone who was the complete opposite of her.

“My grandma used to tell me that when you hear the siren for disasters, it means she has woken up,” Milania added, continuing the driver’s discussion.

“Who?” I asked, in a nonchalant tone.

“The Queen of Arthendel,” she whispered.

I frowned at her, then at the driver, who was bobbing his head so hard I felt strain in my neck.

“You two are delusional as hell. The land of Arthendel existed many years ago. No ancestors are left to continue the family tree. It’s all just myths and stories,” I said, already over Milania. After I told them I was a non-believer, I noticed the way they were looking at me—almost like they were disgusted that I didn’t believe in this imaginary Queen of Arthendel.

“Anyway, drop her home after you drop me off first,” I said, since we were already close to my mansion. I asked the driver to take me first, then drop her off on the other side of the road. She lived in a pack, and I was a rogue. Besides, my father would kill me if he saw me bring a one-night stand to his mansion.

Once I got off, I made my way toward the entrance, wondering what had really happened with the weather. It was starting to get worse.

“You shouldn’t be out in the cold like that,” a voice with a sultry tone called out. It was none other than Charlotte.

She was Helanie’s cousin of sorts, but the two were very different. Where Helanie barely noticed me, Charlotte would do anything for my attention.

“And I feel like you need someone to take care of the problem in your pants,” she giggled, standing at the entrance in a white, short silk nighty.

There was only one question in my mind: should I give her a chance to show me if she’s any better in bed?