Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates-Chapter 568-Countless Kisses

Helanie:

The way he pinned my hands above my head and stared into my eyes was a rude awakening—I needed to stop treating him the way I treat Maximus. Maximus would tolerate anything I said, but Norman—he was too royal for me.

"Fucking let me go or I’ll fight back," I warned him, letting my wolf flash through my eyes.

"Do it. You think I’m afraid of you?" he hissed back and let his wolf shine through his eyes. I didn’t know why I was being such a hypocrite. I showed him my wolf but couldn’t handle seeing him show me his.

My eyes started to sting with tears, and my lips trembled without me realizing it.

"Now you’re going to listen to me carefully," he continued, making me wonder how badly he was about to scold me or try to put me in my place.

"You’ll stay away from Penn if you don’t want me to hurt him."

His threat surprised me. I expected him to call me names, to be angry that I didn’t treat him with respect. But to threaten me just to keep me away from Penn—why?

Was he doing this for his brothers?

That suspicion shattered when he added, "Because, Helanie—I’m not Emmet, Maximus, or Kaye who will let you walk away."

That whole sentence left me frozen. I swallowed hard, trying to ask him to explain himself.

But the way he was breathing on my face and staring at my lips only confused me more. He was sending mixed signals now.

"You understand?" he demanded, growling under his breath. He slowly started to let me go and stepped back. I was so stunned I couldn’t think of a proper reaction, so I decided to play clueless.

"You’re just trying to show your strength over me?" I hissed, trying to walk past him quickly, but he grabbed my hair from the back of my head in one sudden move. It was so fast that he managed to pull me back against his chest before I could even react.

"I wasn’t, until now. But since you insist," he groaned, lowering his face toward mine. And then, what he did left me frozen.

He wrapped one strong arm around my back, pulling me close so that his firm hand held me tightly. Then he pushed my head down to meet his.

Within seconds, he had crashed his lips against mine so hard I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t fight it. I just stood there while he gave me the biggest kiss I could ever imagine.

He pulled back but kept me pressed against his chest. He watched me breathe heavily, like I’d been deprived of air.

After a few seconds, once I was finally catching my breath and no longer gasping like I had asthma, he leaned in again and kissed me—this time even more aggressively. frёeωebɳovel.com

He put so much pressure into it that our bodies moved with the force—mine pressing back, his coming forward. With my back tightly pinned against the tree, I had nowhere to go. But was I even trying to move?

At that moment, I couldn’t focus on anything except the feel of his lips. His mouth met mine with a force that left me dizzy, his tongue demanding entrance. I moaned—a sound of pure, raw desire—as I felt his tongue explore every part of my mouth. His kiss was a storm of passion, a wild, consuming rhythm that left me breathless and craving more.

I could feel the rough bark of the tree against my back, a sharp contrast to the softness of Norman’s lips. His hands moved over my body, tracing the curves of my waist, the swell of my breasts, before finally tangling in my hair. He pulled me closer, his body pressing against mine, the hardness of his desire clear even through our clothes.

I never thought Norman would be so aggressive—and I was shy to admit, I liked it. The way he kissed me like he wanted to devour my lips chased away the shadows of sadness I had felt last night.

I even forgot that he had gone ahead and slept with Jessica. I forgot Jessica in that moment. He finally pulled back, but kept my bottom lip between his for a second, tugging it gently before letting go. I was breathing like a bull, watching him stare into my eyes—and then at the rise and fall of my chest.

He moved his hands away from my body, only to rest the tip of his finger on my neck and trace it down, following the neckline of my shirt to touch my skin.

"You will listen to me," he said, pointing at my chest, "you are not getting intimate with anyone else. If I find you—with Penn, Helanie—I’ll be very dangerous for him."

He only stopped to place his hand on my stomach, adding slight pressure as he asked me to focus on his words. I couldn’t believe he was saying all that.

And yet, I wanted him to keep talking. His words were lifting my spirits, giving me hope that might make me a homewrecker—but in that moment, I was drowning in the beauty of his eyes.

"You understand me? Helanie, do you understand me?" he leaned down toward my face and kissed me hard. "Huh?" he asked again, breaking the kiss only briefly before pressing his lips to mine again.

"You can’t come this far with me only to stop and hold someone else’s hand. I won’t allow it," he kept saying things that left me speechless. The Helanie who always had something to say was now silently letting her husband take control—and even I was shocked at myself.

"Stay away from Penn," he added, his tone softening. Then he gently, almost sweetly, pinched my chin between his big fingers, guiding a nod from me before leaning in and giving me one more kiss on the lips.

Everything had gone silent—completely silent—and all I could think was:

I am in love.