Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172: 172-I Will Make Norman Cum Tonight

Helanie:

I was taken aback by the fact that Salem was still in the guest house when I thought everyone had left. Why was she still around?

Halfway through eating the croissant and packing my bags, I began to feel a strange sensation in my body. It was unlike anything I had experienced before—more like an overwhelming heat.

"Huh!" I muttered, staring at the remaining croissant in my hand. Looking around for a clean surface to set it down, my eyes landed on a piece of paper on the bedside table.

I walked over to put the croissant on the paper but stopped when I noticed something written on it.

"What is that?" I murmured to myself, the croissant still in my hand as I read the note.

"I told you, anyone could mistake the Flame of Lust for anything." _{freewebnoveℓ.com}

The words—and their meaning—were so ominous that my brain froze for a moment. I stared at the paper and then at the croissant, back and forth, over and over, for almost two minutes before it hit me.

"Salem!" I exclaimed, dropping both the croissant and the paper as I stepped away. My gaze fell on the greenish tint in the caramel, and it was as though my heart stopped beating.

Why would she do this?

How much of it did she use?

I was already feeling dizzy, though I remained conscious. It didn’t feel like I was drunk—my body language was fine—but something was definitely wrong. My breaths grew heavier as I reached for my phone, only to realize it was locked. Someone had tried to guess the code too many times.

"What the fuck?" I whispered, panic setting in. Everything was hitting me all at once. Salem and Sydney had taken their revenge on me, just as they’d warned.

But I hadn’t asked them to use the Flame of Lust on the frogster! Why were they punishing me for their own stupidity?

This wasn’t even the worst part. I soon realized that while I didn’t appear outwardly impaired, I couldn’t stay on my feet for long. At first, I thought I’d simply leave the room, find someone, and ask for help. But then it dawned on me—I didn’t know how I might behave when I encountered someone.

"I hope I don’t see anyone—" I mumbled, but the words struck me hard as I suddenly remembered the text I’d sent to Kaye.

What if he came here? What if he didn’t realize I’d ingested the Flame of Lust?

"I’ll tell him—" I started, but my thoughts were abruptly cut off. My mind felt like it was shutting down, and I couldn’t even remember what I was about to say.

All I could think about was having someone beside me.

"Oh! Is there no man around?" I pouted, grabbing a towel from the ground and throwing it back down with full force.

"And these clothes are so awful," I hissed at my purple sweater and baggy pants.

"I don’t want to wear anything, huh!" I scoffed, rolling my eyes dramatically.

"You know what? I know where I can find someone," I said, smiling so hard it almost hurt. "There’s a mansion where hot people live."

I had never spoken to myself this loudly before, but now I was doing it like a lunatic.

As I stood up to walk toward the door, my legs felt heavier than ever.

It was my big, muscular brother on the call.

"Ew, Norman!" I snapped, pretending to gag. "Why are you answering his phone?" I groaned, cringing at the thought.

"It was either I do it, or his chosen mate," Norman hissed, explaining why he had quickly grabbed his brother’s phone. "She was about to read your text since Kaye left his screen unlocked. Now tell me, what is it?"

I hesitated, contemplating whether to tell him about my plans. But what if he was just nice enough to tell his brother that someone wanted to be... smashed? I needed someone—badly.

"I want Kaye to come here and feel me," I said, pouting dramatically.

"Huh? What do you mean—by feel you?" Norman’s confusion was obvious, both in his voice and in the awkward silence that followed.

"You know what I mean. You’re not a child, are you?" I scoffed, irritated at him for wasting my time. My thighs pressed together as my desire surged, making me even more impatient.

"Helanie! Is this some type of prank?" Norman’s voice lowered, probably because he was using his brother’s phone and Kaye might be nearby.

"Ugh! No! Just tell Kaye to come here—it’s very important, okay?" I snapped, my tone sharp and commanding. I didn’t wait for his response, cutting the call before he could argue.

I sat back, waiting for Kaye to come. However, when I heard footsteps and turned around, it wasn’t Kaye who had arrived.

"What is it? Why are you confusing him? And that indecent tone—" Norman ranted, hands planted firmly on his waist.

Oh, shit! Why did he come?

Or better yet, should I ask how many times I can make this arrogant asshole cum?