Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 76

Chapter 76: 76-Aroused!

Norman:

The way she rushed at me, completely unbothered by her robe slipping open, left me in shock. The fabric fell apart, exposing her body to me. It felt like committing a thousand sins in just a few seconds. My heart sank instantly, and guilt flooded me.

Inappropriate!

Unacceptable!

I’m a disgusting man. I shouldn’t even be called a man for seeing my stepsister’s body like that. And possibly my brother’s mate?

No!

She’s nothing to me. She’s just my stepsister. That thought only made me feel more revolted with myself.

Her skin was like porcelain, her figure smooth and delicate. Her breasts were full and round, like water-filled balloons that seemed to jiggle with each small movement. And her nipples—they were red, a vivid contrast against her pale skin.

That’s when I jerked upright, feeling the urge to punch myself. Why the hell was I even noticing these details?

I shouldn’t even be alive for picking on the details like that.

"I didn’t know—," I heard her murmur in embarrassment. By then, she had clutched her robe tightly around herself, so I dared to look at her again, fists clenched.

"Why would you—," I bit my tongue and turned away. Although she was now holding her robe securely, her exposed image was burned into my mind. Thankfully, she had been wearing underwear, sparing me further torment.

Could this be called trauma?

I thought she was just some random girl. But her body—

No, Norman! You disgusting fool, she’s your stepsister, whether you like it or not.

This shouldn’t have happened. I hated every second of the decision to come here. I should have just let her show up to sign the papers.

It was strange. I’ve never felt like that before. I’ve seen many she-wolves strip down for transition, and not once did I react this way. This was different—not arousal, but a feeling like I had committed a sin or trespassed on something sacred.

Her body was like a temple and I have seen it without her permission. The feelings I was going through were raw.

"I’ll sign the papers. Just leave!" she suddenly yelled, making me stare at her in disbelief. She was acting as if I had caused this.

She traumatized me.

Her cheeks were flushed, like a chipmunk’s, with her full, red lips and blushing face.

"You’re shameless," I hissed, barely containing my frustration. "You did this on purpose, but trust me, I’m not someone you can sway with your body—or anything else."

"I’m shameless? Why the hell would I want to show you my body of all people in the world? You’re the last person I’d ever want to expose myself to!" Every word she spat out made me roll my eyes.

Such a liar.

Or was she really telling the truth? Huh! I am Norman McQuoid. Who wouldn’t want me?

But why would I argue with my stepsister over not wanting me. It was not me speaking, but the trauma of seeing her naked.

But the second I tried to get out of bed, I sensed a big problem. Not small—huge. Gigantic.