Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 177

Chapter 177: 177-His Crazy Heart

Helanie:

"Tell me, why don’t you have a choice?" In front of me was a monster who wouldn’t think twice before killing me. But today, he was acting calm. Maybe because he didn’t want to get in trouble with me.

My mind was all over the place. Somewhere deep down, I knew this is not how I act, especially with this man, but then I would go back to the heaven where nothing hurt me.

I only wanted pleasure. I kept holding his big, gigantic hand between my two hands. He had big bones, veins, and such masculine hands.

"Everyone has a choice," I added, and he steadily shook his head.

"I don’t," his smile was fake and vacant. That’s because he didn’t want to be nice to me but was forcing himself.

"Hmm, why?" I inquired with a frown, trying my best to deliver the exact emotions that I should be feeling when having this conversation and not just drool over him because of how hot I was feeling in my body.

He stayed silent, his eyes fixated on the floor as he zoned out before he lifted his hand, making mine raise along.

He then freed his hand from mine but held my hand in his own this time. With a much steadier movement, he placed my hand on his chest.

I don’t know what he was doing until I began to feel his heart against my palm. Not just one heartbeat, but four. His heart was pounding like it was racing for something.

I don’t even think my own heart would beat so fast when I am nervous or doing some extreme exertion. This was crazy.

How was he alive like this?

"There are--how come there are four heartbeats?" I asked him, and he let out a little laugh, shaking his head once again as if to show me that I was being silly.

"You will never get an answer for that. It’s my secret," he let go of my hand just so that he could put his finger to his lips when talking about his secret.

I didn’t remove my hand from his chest, still hearing his heartbeat and even stunned by how much attention I had on his heartbeat.

"It is nothing," he awkwardly tried pulling my hand away, but I kept my hand on his chest, and somehow, he gave up and just sat in his spot.

I watched him look so comfortable with his head down and his eyes on my hand. I slowly slipped my hand under his shirt, touching his cold chest, and all four of his beats skipped. His heart went entirely silent for a moment before he gently grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand out, shaking his head very softly.

"You don’t want to do this. And I don’t plan anything for my life, neither do I intend to find a mate or choose a mate. You are my stepsister that I despise, and I would like this difference between us to stay." Even when his words were hurtful for someone who was horny, there was still a subtle feeling of empathy I had for him in the moment.