Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 543

Chapter 543: 543-Angry Or Hungry?
Helanie:

With teary eyes, I gently knocked again.

“They’re going to take him away again,” I complained to Cora, who was giving me attitude now.

“And? I thought you told him you didn’t care. You only cried so you could get Emmet’s attention.”

That’s the moment she picked to call me out on my lie?

“I was lying, okay? If I tell him the truth, he’ll give me that smug face. This man is so arrogant, sometimes I just want to claw him—hit him—” I clenched my fists tightly, not understanding what kind of emotions these were, or why I was so frustrated with him.

“Can I be honest with you?” she asked, and I quickly nodded my head. I would love some honesty right now.

“I think you want to be under him.”

Her words didn’t make sense, so I tilted my head as if asking her to explain herself.

“You want rough, wild sex with this handsome beast of a man. That’s all I can come up with. You want to claw him—kiss him until he bleeds—”

My cheeks flushed red while listening to her.

“No! Shut up. Why would you say that? That is so—” I hugged myself and squeezed my legs closer.

“Come on, you act so stubborn and bratty in front of him. You know he punishes people when they annoy him. And you want a different kind of punishment from him. It would be great to see the master tame his wild tigress.”

She was so shameless, saying stuff like that—but why the hell was my body reacting weirdly?

I swear I felt my nipples getting hard, and it bothered me so much.

“Now can I make my own confession?” she asked. And honestly, even if I had told her not to say a word, she wouldn’t have listened.

“I want us to be f*cked by the three mates so bad—”

I shut her up after that.

“Norman.”

Now that she had angered me, I punched the door harder. I wasn’t acting bratty with him because I wanted to be punished by him. I was just too comfortable with him.

I’ve never had someone take care of me like that. To see me in my annoying self and still be kind to me. To put up with my tantrums. So I just liked it when a big, bad wolf was so gentle with me.

After a while, he came out all wet, his shirt turning see-through. Even though I was so worried, the first thought that came to my mind was to ask him if he didn’t know how to use a towel. But then I held it in.

“I have to go—they’re coming for me,” he said with a straight face.

I stood in front of him, barely moving, suddenly feeling down. I thought the pressure was over—no more stress about him getting arrested again.

“Please don’t go.”

As soon as I said those words, a big tear rolled down my cheek, and he stepped back to hunch down and look at my face.

“I am not,” he said and lifted my head instantly.

“But you said—”

However, it took me a whole minute to realize what this asshole did.

“I just wanted to prove a point. ‘Please don’t go,'” he mimicked me with a pout on his lips and in a soft tone, and I lost it.

“You think this is a joke? Just to prove me wrong for lying about not caring when you were going, you decided to break my heart again?” I yelled. That’s when I saw the look of guilt on his face.

“I—I…” he scratched the back of his neck. But I already got it. He was a walking asshole without a soul.

“You’re a bad person. Why would you hurt me?”

I slapped his chest once, then again, and then again—until he suddenly grabbed my wrists and spun me around, pinning me against the wall.

He did it so fast and out of character that I just stood there like a statue.

He leaned over me, his face barely inches away, staring into my eyes.

“Why won’t you stop?” he whispered on my face, causing me to frown in confusion.

“What did I do?” I whispered under my breath, lost.

“Just stop!” he hissed. Then he shook himself out of whatever hell he had lost himself in and stepped back, letting go of my wrists.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, not meeting my eyes.

“I’ll go prepare for the training. Come downstairs when you’re ready.”

He didn’t look me in the eye when he told me the plan. Then he walked out of the room quickly.

‘I think I angered him. I should not forget Norman doesn’t like stupid actions—and of course, me hitting his chest was such a disrespect.’

I felt so guilty. Why did I do that?

‘Umm! Honey, with utmost respect, he wasn’t angry—he was horny as hell. He didn’t want to hit you, he wanted to fuck you,’

Cora’s take on the whole situation left me with flushed cheeks.

There was no way—no way he was horny for me.

That’s Norman. Norman doesn’t like me like that. He only feels sorry for me.

And why the hell am I so interested in what he thinks of me instead of being mad at Cora for making everything so sexual between us?

As I walked out of the room for training, I still had Cora’s words in the back of my mind.

I heard Emmet had gone for a run with Kaye, so that would mean it was only Norman and me at the training ground.

That would be a bad, ‘bad’ idea.

But thankfully, I spotted Maximus entering the mansion.

“Maximus! I’m glad you’re home. We were just heading to the training ground,” I stepped in his way and saw his eyes light up.

However, the minute I brought up training, his face fell.

“Ah, about that—I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can be at the training ground today. I have some important work to do,” he said, making me nervous.

Being alone with Norman? No!

“Could that work—”

Before I could ask him to join, I saw the ‘important work’ appear from behind me, walking up to him.

“I’m ready! Thank you for taking me out on a date,”

It was fucking Charlotte in a red, gorgeous, sultry dress.

So he was ditching training with me—for someone who had lied about being mates with him?