226 Chapter 226

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Don't be too rough, okay?

No woman wants to be treated roughly without consent. Especially with your size, any woman would cry if you do it too rough.

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Vernon's eyes widened instantly. He paused again, but this time, his eyes wide open and jaw dropped out of disbelief.

The note was obviously written by Chloe because it had the same handwriting style as the previous one.

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"Is she for real?" Vernon asked himself. He could still guess that everything was just a misunderstanding with the previous note because it could be seen that Chloe was just looking out for him.

But he couldn't make the same reason with this note.

"Obviously, she wants me to treat her gently before going rough," Vernon concluded, and he started feeling guilty.

"Did I go too rough on her before? Nobody ever complained about me getting rough," Vernon wondered. "Is she the type that wants to do a gentle foreplay before going rough? Fuck, I didn't know that."

He hadn't had real sex with Chloe, not yet, at least. Because he wanted her to fatten up first since she was alarmingly thin, and he knew it would be absolutely painful for Chloe to have sex, especially if she got fucked by an eight-inch.

"I can't defend her anymore. This note— she is obviously trying to seduce me! FUCK!" Vernon slammed the table out of frustration.

He was ready to call it off and concluded that Chloe was just trying to take care of him— as a Big sister figure.

But not anymore.

"I thought she's not interested in me," Vernon mumbled. "But I might be wrong all this time."

She was trying to rile him up, inviting him to come to her room and using the condom to fuck her silly.

He didn't know if Chloe wanted him to be a romantic partner or simply a fuck buddy. Either way, he would be more than willing to spend the night and fuck her until the sun rose.

Vernon's pants got tight again, and it started to get painful as his dick was rock hard under the trousers right now.

Vernon started rubbing his bulge again, and his rock-hard cock twitched, demanding to be set free. He gritted his teeth and got up from the chair.

His eyes darted at the staircase near the kitchen leading to the lower floor. He didn't know if Chloe was already asleep or not since it was already late at night.

But in his imagination, Chloe must've been sitting on the sofa downstairs, naked— or with a set of kinky purple or red lingerie, leaning sensually on the sofa while waiting for Vernon to come down and fuck her all night with the ultra-thin condom that she bought.

The imagination was like a burst of explosion in Vernon's mind. It was too much for his poor brain to handle.

His cock was getting too painful, and he couldn't wait to go downstairs and feast upon his real dinner.

Vernon unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the trouser, and unzipped the pants. His cock was fully erect, with the tip peeking out of his underwear.

Vernon started rubbing the tip, but his eyes were focused on the stairs leading to the lower floor.

His mind started playing tricks on him again. He kept imagining Chloe in various lingeries, toys, and even various postures. His imagination was endless when the woman in his fantasy was her.

Vernon's legs started moving out on their own. He walked to the stair but halted before taking the first step on the staircase.

"Wait, Vernon Phoenix Gray, wait-the-fucking-moment," Vernon tried to clear his muddled mind a little.

"You don't know what waits for you down there. If the stimulation is too much, you might not be able to control yourself," Vernon reminded himself.

He was a rough man, even in sex. The more he liked the woman in bed, the rougher he got.

And he simply knew he would go crazy when he saw her wearing stuff he liked.

He didn't want to scare her, nor did he want to hurt her. His heart was in too much pain when he saw her trauma reaction, and he assumed he also had sexual trauma.

'ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ Novel(B) in.ᴄᴏᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜰᴀsᴛᴇʀ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ sᴘᴇᴇᴅ.',

"No, I don't want to hurt her. I don't want to lose control and become way too rough on her," Vernon murmured.

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"Besides… She is still way too thin. I might accidentally break her fragile body if I do it now," Vernon said.

The first thing that came to his mind when he saw Chloe's naked body for the first time was how sexy she was and how fragile she looked.

She had perfect boobs, nice ass, and smooth skin like porcelain.

But her protruding bone concerned, and he knew he would hurt her if he thrust everything deep inside.

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Vernon gnashed his teeth and clenched his fist as he tried to gather his willpower, "No, not now, Vernon. She might be seducing you right now. But she doesn't know the fire she's playing with."

"She will be in so much pain, and you will only contribute as one of the perpetrator who triggered her sexual trauma in the end," Vernon continued feeding his mind with rationality, as much as he hated it.

He was more of a spontaneous man. He would do it first and think later.

But Chloe was different, her pain was his pain, and her pleasure was also his pleasure.

"Not now. You need to make sure she's healthy physically and mentally first, then you can finally feast on your meal, Vernon," Vernon said to himself.

He finally turned around despite all the unwillingness in his heart. If he followed his lust, he would probably toss Chloe and fucked her crazy right now.

But she wasn't just a random whore outside;

"She is special, so don't you dare hurt her."

Vernon walked away from the kitchen while grumbling, "I will make sure to fuck her everyday once we solved this problem."

His dick was still rock hard, and he was thinking about jacking off in his bed to relieve his lust.

He walked towards his bedroom, but he stopped right before he opened the bedroom door.

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He paused for a moment and turned around. He walked to the main door of his penthouse instead, heading to the parking lot.