Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 601

Chapter 601: 601-A New Life
Helanie:

“Good morning,” I felt wet kisses all over my cheeks, and my giggles escaped before I could even open my eyes.

“Aren’t you up a little too early today?” I asked my husband, who was watching my face with so much love.

“I go to sleep thinking about you and wake up thinking about you, my wife,” he said, planting a soft kiss on my lips. It stirred a familiar desire in me, making my sleepy body start to wake up in ways I knew too well. He lifted the blanket and stared at my breasts, barely covered by a thin satin top.

“And they’re awake too,” he teased, lowering his head to kiss my nipples over the fabric.

“You’re always horny,” I pushed him gently and sat up in bed.

“Always for you,” he smiled from where he lay. “Come on. We’ve got time to spare. Why can’t we be late for just two hours?” he complained. As if two hours would ever be enough for him—once he started, he never stopped, even after twelve.

“That’s because if the president finds out we’re late again, he’ll fire us. And you know prices to everything are skyrocketing—we haven’t even bought groceries this week,” I sighed, and just like that, his mood shifted.

“I know I’m not able to give you everything. You deserve someone who can give you whatever you want. And here I am… just a worker at the mines,” he stared at his hands, and my heart ached for him.

It’s not like I came from a rich family. I grew up working as a maid, and now I worked in the president’s house, still as a maid. But my husband didn’t like it.

I knew him too well. He was working himself to the bone trying to get me luxuries, when all I ever wanted was him.

“I’m happy with you, Maximus,” I said before crawling back into bed to plant a soft kiss on his lips. I didn’t want him going to work in a bad mood.

“Now get up,” I said, getting off the bed and tugging on his arm to pull him up.

“Ouch. I don’t know what’s wrong with me—my bones are always cracking,” he joked, getting up and following me into the shower.

“We’re going to be late,” I giggled when he started kissing all over my shoulder, trying to lure me into sex.

“Nope,” I shook my finger and pushed him out of the bathroom before stripping down and stepping under the water. After he showered too, we grabbed our share of bread and ate together while walking toward our jobs. Saying goodbye to him was always the hardest part of my day.

“Ugh,” I groaned as I reached the mansion and placed a hand on my stomach, feeling a wave of nausea.

“That’s because you’re not eating properly,” an older maid said, joining me.

“We’re saving up to finally start a family,” I told her with a soft smile.

“Okay, listen. The president’s in a bad mood. Someone who stole from him before has come back to his land, and he’s thinking of how to punish her.”

“So, better get his breakfast to his bed. Winnie isn’t around today,” she said as she led me to the kitchen and filled me in on my duties for the day. Normally, I’d just clean the mansion and never see the president. But today, because the one who usually worked closely with him was absent, I had to fill in.

“Take this, thankfully I prepared the food on time,” Mrs. Prissy said with a smile, handing me the tray. I took a deep breath, checked my black and red uniform, then walked toward the second floor where the president’s room was.

I didn’t have to knock—the guard was already there, his hand on the door handle.

“Good morning,” I greeted, stepping into his luxurious room. Something I had only dreamed of. He was still in bed, lying naked on his stomach with a thin sheet covering his backside.

I quickly averted my eyes and focused on placing the tray on the table.

“Put it here,” he said gruffly and sleepily as he pushed his body up and tastefully covered his crotch with the sheet. I caught a glimpse of his perfectly jet-black hair and blue eyes staring at me as I set the tray down by the bed before rushing to the side to grab the bed table.

While I served him food, he kept staring at me.

“Helanie Niles,” he said my name, and my body flinched. I raised my head as I sat across the small table, buttering the toast for him.

“Yes, Mister Rune?” I asked in a soft, obedient voice.

“I’ve seen you around many times. I must say, you’re really gorgeous,” he said, licking the rim of his coffee cup before taking a sip.

“Thank you. You must have seen me walking around with my husband,” I quickly added, then focused on the toast. I heard he was angry, but he seemed to be in a pretty good mood.

“Right, the mine worker. How is life with him? Or should I ask—how is life with one husband?” My heart sank in my chest for some reason at his words.

“I don’t understand. What do you mean?” I asked, confused.

“I’ve heard about you. Growing up, you had desires to be shared among at least four husbands. Your body is highly active—you can’t be satisfied with just one husband. How did you decide to settle down with only one?” The way he said it, I felt hypnotized. Almost like I suddenly remembered my dreams of being shared by many husbands.

“This is why I don’t like men like Maximus. They steal away gorgeous women’s desires and dreams by being selfish. But Helanie, I’m nothing like him,” he whispered, slowly closing the distance between us as he pushed the table aside.

“What are you offering?” The words left my lips without me noticing.

“I’m offering you a wonderful night with me and your husband. A good threesome—” He smiled, then his eyes landed on my stomach, and he gently placed a hand on it. “Before you start showing.”