Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

322 Chapter 322

"No, you're not!" Chloe yelled. "You were this drunk before, and we--" Chloe stopped right before she said that they were almost having sex at that point.

And back then, Chloe also didn't have the energy to fight back. She was drowned by desire that she wished Vernon would do it.

The only thing stopping them from having full-blown sex was when Vernon felt her body and realized she was stick thin.

He was afraid to hurt her, especially with the size of his dick. So he simply rubbed her pussy lips with the tip of his bulbous cock, and Chloe was stuck with the conflicted feeling.

She wanted it because Vernon was really skillful at playing with her body. But she also didn't want to have sex with a man who saw herself as a stand-in for his real love.

'But I'm not so sure now,' Chloe thought. 'Am I the stand-in, or am I the woman that Vernon loves?'

"And we what?" Vernon asked, genuinely curious about what they were doing back then.

He couldn't remember a thing that night but woke up completely naked with Chloe on his bed. So he was sure something very explicit had happened to them the night before.

He had wanted to ask Chloe about it many times, but Chloe didn't seem comfortable speaking about it, so he had to curb his curiosity.

"N--Nothing! We did absolutely nothing!" Chloe shook her head. She didn't want to tell Vernon how much of a pervert she was that night, catering to all his teasing.

Vernon shrugged, "Well, if you refused to tell me, then what about we do something fun today? I'm sure I can remember everything by tomorrow morning."

Chloe gasped and stepped back, "Y--You-- are you even drunk?!"

"I am," Vernon replied. "I am drunk, and remember that I was sleeping on the lap of a random woman until you came to pick me up, then everything became clearer in my eyes."

"That's bullshit!" Chloe retorted. "How could my presence change you that much?!"

Vernon's lips perked up when he heard that question. He thought it was clear that he was hopelessly in love and obsessed with this woman.

His world became much clearer, and his strength would recover the moment this woman appeared in front of him, and no other woman had the same effect on him.

"Well, how about we see your presence on my dick," Vernon said. The alcohol made him wild and vulgar, not that he wasn't a vulgar man, to begin with.

He started unbuckling his belt and unbuttoned the tight-fitting trouser.

He pulled down his trousers and underwear simultaneously, and his big cock with thick girth sprung up and stood strong like a machine gun, ready to launch its bullets.

Chloe's jaw dropped instantly.

She knew that she had seen Vernon's dick plenty of times, even going as far as giving him blowjobs on a few occasions.

But the size and the veins around the shaft were still something to marvel at, especially the tip that was throbbing hot.

Vernon smirked when he noticed Chloe didn't take her eyes off his rock-hard cock.

"My eyes are up here, you know."

"Wha--!" Chloe quickly raised her head, and she saw the satisfied smirk of this supposedly drunk man.

Vernon raised his brow and teased more, "Your face is so red. Did you have a good look down there?"

Chloe quickly turned around so Vernon wouldn't notice her embarrassment.

"Still shy seeing me naked?"

"I'm not shy, I'm fucking embarassed!" Chloe yelled. "Which woman wouldn't be embarrassed seeing a man naked? Stop joking and wear something!"

"Well..." Vernon locked the door and walked towards Chloe, who was hunching out of nervousness.

He gently placed his hot hand on her shoulder and leaned down until his breath tickled the back of her ear.

'Chloe, why don't we cut to the chase and have fun tonight?' the devil whispered softly in her ear, tickling her ear canal with his hot breath.

It was a sensation that made all her hair stand up, and her body started trembling in response.

It didn't take long for Vernon to realize that Chloe's thighs were squeezing each other, a sign that she was trying to hide something between her legs.

"Hahah, couldn't be more obvious than this," Vernon commented. He trailed his free hand from her hip down to her stomach, belly button, and stopped when he reached her clit hidden under the thin pajama she wore.

Vernon separated her clamped thighs with his hand at first, and then--

"Haah--!" Chloe gasped out of reflex when Vernon suddenly fiddled with her clit with one finger. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand to avoid making more sounds.

She didn't expect Vernon to be so direct that she was still caught off guard, even though she already expected that things would escalate like this whenever Vernon got drunk.

She didn't know that someone could be so horny when he was drunk, but Vernon was a living example of that.

Vernon smirked when he heard her gasp, "Does it feel good? Should I do more?" he asked.

"N--No, don't..." Chloe refused.

She wouldn't lie that her body told her otherwise. She wanted Vernon to touch her body and ravage her, just like he did when he was drunk back then.

But this was a different case.

Vernon was drunk, but he seemed to still maintain some of his rationality and consciousness. So he was completely aware of what he was doing and that the woman he was playing with now was Chloe.

'I know we did it a few times when he was fully sober. But... I feel like Drunk Vernon has so much passion that's not supposed to be given to an ugly, old woman like me...' Chloe thought.

"V--Vernon, don't..." Chloe refused once more.

"Why not? You seem to enjoy it."

"Well, um... yeah, but..." Chloe replied truthfully. "Do you not realize who you're playing with now?"

"I do," Vernon replied calmly yet with certainty. "I'm playing with you, Chloe."