Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

136 Chapter 136

[Explicit.]

"Vernon, put me down! Put me— Ah, MY ROBE!" Chloe's night robe accidentally slipped and fell on the floor, leaving Chloe wearing nothing but her thin lingerie that barely covered her slit.

Vernon didn't answer, nor was he interested in answering anything. He was out of his mind and did everything based on instinct. His desire instantly surged alongside his strength when he saw his woman under him.

He walked straight to his bedroom with his woman on his shoulder. Chloe continued struggling as she was naked with only lingerie that would not cover anything.

BAM!

Vernon kicked the door and entered. He slammed the door behind him and headed to his large bed.

"V—Vernon— PUT ME—"

"I never know you're this eager, my love," Vernon said. He dropped Chloe on his bed, and her body bounced on the soft bed. The scent of manly musk wafted around her nose instantly. This was Vernon's natural body odor that Chloe noticed instantly whenever she entered Vernon's bedroom to clean it, the smell was particularly strong around the bedsheet that he used, and now she was lying on his bedsheet.

"V—Vernon, Ah!"

Chloe was surprised when she saw the big man suddenly covering her body from above.

Vernon's hands were on each side of her shoulders, and he locked Chloe's lower body by doing the same, putting his knees on each side.

Under the dim light from the ceiling, Chloe felt like she had been pinned down by a big eagle— or hawk, especially when she saw his hawk-like hunter eyes full of obsession.

His gaze was hot and made her uncomfortable because nobody had ever looked at her with such a passionate hot gaze.

Chloe was hypnotized for a good while, like a small, terrified rabbit. Her body trembled a bit when the eyes of the prey and the hunter met.

'Vernon… he stares at me as if I'm the only one in his eyes. As if… I'm the one he puts in his heart…' Chloe thought for a few fleeting seconds.

It was like an intrusive thought— maybe wishful thinking because no man ever looked at her as if she was the most beautiful woman on earth.

She wouldn't lie that she wanted this. She wanted to be prized by a man of her choice…

But Chloe snapped out of her daze quickly, knowing that gaze wasn't supposed to be for her.

'He is definitely drunk out of his wits. Why else would he look at me that way?' Chloe thought.

She was panicked because she realized that Vernon was dead drunk right now yet still had the monstrous strength that made her absolutely powerless under him.

"V—Vernon, wake up. This is me, Chloe— your sister-in-law," Chloe said.

But Vernon was not budging, no matter how much she tried to remind him and tried her hardest to push his pecs.

Chloe slipped her hand and reached Vernon's chiseled jawline. She slapped his cheek gently, trying to wake him up, "Vernon, I'm your sister-in-law. I am Chlo—"

Before Chloe could finish her sentence, Vernon suddenly grabbed her wrist and kissed her palm. His eyes didn't leave Chloe's eyes at all, and he murmured amidst his drunkness;

"My woman. You are my woman."

"No, you're mistaken—"

"I'm not mistaken," Vernon interrupted. His head leaned closer until their foreheads and nose tips touched, his eyes were staring deeply at hers, making sure he wasn't mistaken.

Their breaths were entangled, and Vernon added, "You are my woman."

"Wait—Mmff—!" Chloe was unable to string up a word when Vernon suddenly kissed her lips. She struggled a bit but soon gave in when she realized she had no chance to refuse him because he skilfully took the chance when she parted her mouth slightly.

"Mmhh— Ah— Vernon— Mmff!" Chloe tried to push him again but gave in soon after when his kiss was so domineering. He explored her mouth with his tongue, their saliva mixed into one, and Vernon wasn't grossed at all, much to Chloe's surprise.

Because she thought that he'd be super grossed out by her body even when he was drunk.

But maybe that alcohol did something in him because he got more dominating in his kiss until Chloe was breathless.

Vernon finally stopped kissing her after realizing that Chloe was getting weaker. He stared at his beloved, who was like a fish out of water, and chuckled as he saw an amusing expression he liked so much.

"I should kiss you every day, so you will get used to me," Vernon said, acknowledging that his passionate kiss might be too much for her.

Chloe's chest rose up and down as she tried to catch her breath, but Vernon didn't give her a break. He kissed her chin, then went down to kiss her neck.

Vernon started kissing and sucking around her neck and collarbone, and she was scared that he might make a mark. Chloe's skin was thin, so a simple hickey would last for days, forcing her to cover her neck to hide it.

"P—Please don't make a mark—AH!"

When Vernon was warned by his woman, he got even more excited. Instead of stopping, he kissed and sucked deeper on her neck until a crimson kiss mark appeared.

Vernon marveled upon his creation on Chloe's skin, "Why should I not make a kiss mark on you? You're my woman. I will make sure everyone knows that you're mine."

"Ah— Vernon— Ahnnnn!" Chloe moaned sweetly when Vernon continued making marks all over her neck and upper body until he was fully satisfied with his work.

"Guess I will be the only one who can stare at your neck now, huh?" Vernon commented.

"Vernon… snap out of it. I'm not your woman…." Chloe said weakly. Though she wished to be one, at least for this night. Because no man had ever been this eager to touch and taste her body. She constantly tried to cover her body because she was scared that Vincent would be grossed out.