Dear Soldier, Put Your Gun Down novel Chapter 35

The video showed Sharon stuffing her mouth with dark matter, her face a picture of ecstasy and malevolence.

The nurse tried to stop her as she shouted. “Miss Winston, you can’t eat that! That’s shit! She's completely out of her mind!”

Oh god, her performance was really convincing. Winona chuckled to herself. Her sister was not only stupid, but cruel to herself. It was a pity Sharon directed her energies at all the wrong places, harming herself in the process.

Winona returned to the manor. She spied Matt’s discarded shirt in the bedroom and her heart beat faster involuntarily – he’s back.

But she was mistaken. She opened the bathroom door – there was no one inside. She walked over to the shirt and sniffed it, her nose picking up the faint fragrance of another woman. Winona’s face changed slightly. Obviously, this was not her own scent. Did Matt have another woman on the side and, in a strange twist of fate, the ‘evidence’ was left in their bedroom?

At dinner, she was the only one at the table. A hollow feeling twisting inside her, she recalled a phrase – to marry a soldier is to marry loneliness. Most soldiers spent their time either in the barracks, or on the road back and forth from it.

As Karen cleared the table, Winona couldn’t resist asking her the burning question. “Has the general returned? I saw his shirt on the bed.”

“It was delivered by Miss Tucker.”

“Miss Tucker?”

“The daughter of the general’s mentor. The two grew up together.”

Sensing a possible misunderstanding, Karen added, “The general only sees her as a younger sister.”

Hmm, when did he have a childhood sweetheart, a little sister to boot? To put the shirt on the bed intentionally, she must have an ulterior motive. Even her scent on it was strong, almost like a declaration - that she wore the shirt.

Back in the bedroom, Winona felt the shirt drew too much attention. So she picked it up and threw it into the trashcan. She returned to the bed, only to toss and turn about. Matt knew everything about her situation, but what about him? She knew next to nothing about him, as he seemed reluctant to mention anything about his past or background. If they can’t be honest with each other, where is the trust?

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Right at this moment, she heard footsteps approaching her, so she quickly closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

Sure enough, a familiar presence approached. It was without a doubt Matt.

He patted her butt. “Asleep already?”

Winona thought back to the shirt with the overwhelming scent and seethed with anger. She continued to shut her eyes closed, not to pay any attention to Matt.

Spying her fluttering eyelashes as she attempted to keep them shut, Matt felt bemused. “Well, suit yourself - it’s more comfortable for me this way. You can do what you want, as long as you want.”

She was lying on her side, her silk pajamas slipping off her shoulder to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her neckline, as well as a shadow of a hint of cleavage further below. The sight made him pause for breath, his mouth suddenly dry – it had been a week since he last had sex.

Matt mischievously groped her breasts, his hands palming them until she felt tingly all over. Unable to feign sleep anymore, yet still feeling pissed off, she kicked him. He grabbed the offending leg and tugged at it.

The nightdress lifted up to her thigh, exposing her slim legs; at the same time placing his erection right between those legs.

“Well well, dearest, so eager for a fuck?”

“You wish! Fuck off!”

Matt laughed as he took off his belt. “Not until I give you the tip.”

He pounced forward as she struggled. “Get off me, Matt!”

His erection was now hard as rock, the sensation stirring his loins as her body writhed beneath him, enticing him…fanning the burning desire inside him until it was almost out of control.

“Hey, you really think I won’t dare?”

Matt flipped her over and spanked her ass. Once, twice…it felt great, the jingling sensation and smacking sound indicative of a firm butt. Ironically, the more he smacked it, the more he couldn’t stand it as he became increasingly aroused, a fiery desire running rampant across his entire body.

Winona knew she was not his opponent. Running out of options, she played her last card…

She bit her tongue and started to cry.

Feeling a little at a loss, Matt stopped his actions and spoke; his tone carried a hint of worry, mixed with some arrogance. “What’s the matter? I just came back and already provoked you?”

Hearing this, Winona cried even harder. A prickle of irritation hit Matt – he began to feel she was being unreasonable. Itching to shut her up, yet too soft-hearted to do so, he grudgingly handed her the belt. “You can do whatever you want.”

Winona instantly stopped crying. Wild-eyed, she blinked and said, “Really?”

The sight of her tear-stricken, yet devastatingly cute appearance fascinated him. He couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry, and nodded instead. “No military man goes back on his words. I mean what I said!”

Winona got up and pushed him down on the bed, pinning his hands to the bed frame with the belt, just like how he did it earlier. The teary face took on a calculating and gleeful expression. It mesmerized him.

“What are you planning?”

“What do you think?”

“How about reliving the dream, some BDSM play?”