Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 533

Chapter 533: 533-He Has Her Bite Mark Tattooed On His Arm
Helanie:

“What is that?”

I didn’t know why I was so shocked and freaked out for him that I didn’t even wait for him to put on a new shirt. Also, once it was hidden, he would never tell me what it was.

As he turned around, surprised, I saw another strange thing in the middle of his chest.

“And what is that?” I pointed at the handprint on his chest.

“Helanie, would you like it if I saw you without a shirt on?” That was his way of trying to teach me not to stare, but it came off very weird.

“I want to know what these are. And in return—you can watch me completely naked,” I snapped at him because of his reaction.

He would go shirtless around others when he was shifting, but he acted all moody around me?

He quickly put on a white shirt, then placed his hands on his waist and looked at me with a complaining expression.

“Nice abs though,” Cora commented, and my eyes moved down to his stomach, even though he was now fully dressed.

“Later,” I said to her, copying Norman’s pose and putting my hands on my waist too.

“What was that? Are you going to tell me or not?” I demanded. He knew everything about me and my life, so I should know about him too.

“That’s none of your business,” he said in a bitter, bratty tone, trying to shut me down.

“It wasn’t a bite mark—it was a tattoo, that’s what it was. Why would you get a handprint and a bite mark tattooed on your body?” I complained, realizing he was getting angrier by the second.

“You’re being very nosy, Helanie,” he said, pointing his finger at me. Before I could snap back, my eyes landed on my purple sweater—and then a memory hit me.

As it did, I gasped and covered my mouth with both hands.

“What? What do you remember?” Even the way Norman asked made me wonder if I had caught it right.

He suddenly looked so interested, even stepping towards me to ask what I had realized.

“Don’t,” I warned him from coming closer. Not because I was mad at him, but because I was so shocked.

“Tell me,” he almost jumped up and down like a child when demanding the answer.

“That is—that is where I bit you that day when my sweater—oh, is that my bite mark?” It was a huge reach, but it had to be.

I remembered feeling so guilty for biting him for too long.

“No—that’s not your bite mark,” he refused straight up, but the way he stepped back and looked so upset wasn’t helping.

But I did feel bad for him. He looked so upset when getting confronted. But why the heck would he have my bite mark tattoed on his arm?

“Whose handprint is that?” I asked him, not remembering if it came from me. But at least the bite mark—I was certain that’s where I bit him.

“Okay, I’ll be honest with you,” after a few minutes of him walking back and forth, looking so agitated, he finally decided to give me a clear answer. “After you bit me, I went to see Jessica because I was angry with you. I told her to bite me in the same spot because I only want one woman to be biting me—and then I tattooed her bite mark on my arm,” he stated, and now I felt like a dumbass.

“Oh,” my energy wasn’t the same anymore. The fact that I had assumed so much was so embarrassing for me. I shouldn’t have assumed that big. Of course, there’s no way he would tattoo my bite mark on his arm.

“And this handprint, it’s also Jessica’s,” he answered, and now he looked confident, and I was avoiding eye contact with him.

“Oh,” was all I could say.

“No, I could embarrass you just like you were trying to embarrass me, but I won’t do that because I’m not you. I’m not Helanie, who wants to embarrass me all the time by asking me such hard questions,” he was using a much sterner tone, and I realized I had been playing him a little too hard.

“Who said I was trying to embarrass you? I was just curious,” I muttered under my breath before letting out a sigh and facing him again.

“So you don’t sleep at all?” I asked again, changing the subject now that I was the one who had ended up being embarrassed.

“I don’t,” he replied.

“Hmm. When my parents were divorcing, I had a really hard time sleeping. So my mother would sing a this lullaby to me, and somehow, I would always fall asleep so peacefully. I’m not sure if it will help you—” I stopped myself because of the way he was still staring at me with his eyebrow raised.

I shouldn’t have assumed he had my bite mark tattooed on his arm. Now he’ll think I’m interested in him and wanted it to be my bite mark so badly.

“It will help,” however, he suddenly shocked me with his response.

“Okay,” I cleared my throat, giving little head nods.

“Umm, get in the bed,” I pointed at the bed, and he walked over very steadily to lie down.

I got in the bed, and after gathering much courage, I tapped my hand in my lap. I shouldn’t have, but I just remembered my mother doing it that way.

“What?” He looked shocked but changed his tone to sound casual.

“My mother used to do that. She would always make me rest my head in her lap and run her fingers through my hair—” I was trying to convince him that I wasn’t trying to do anything weird and thought it would take some time before he even listened when he shocked me more by suddenly lying down and placing his head in my lap.

Oh my!

My heart stopped. I didn’t think it would be such a huge deal for a man to only place his head in my lap, and my heart would go crazy.