The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 360

Chapter 360 Unrestrained Desire

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Laura felt the air flee her lungs as Weston’s kiss grew fierce, stealing every breath she tried to take.

His mouth traced a slow, possessive path from her trembling lips along the fragile ridge of her jaw, down to the curve where her neck began.

“Weston… w–what’s gotten into you? Are you mad?” she gasped. She pushed at his shoulders, but it was like shoving a wall of stone.

“Mad? Perhaps I am a little mad,” he murmured, voice thick with something darker than desire.

In that moment, only one impulse hammered in his veins–to claim her utterly and make certain her eyes saw no one else.

D*mn it, I never should have let their relationship shatter so easily back then.

Had he known she would fester in his heart like a splinter, he would have chained her to him and thrown away the key.

Suddenly, Weston bent, hooked an arm beneath her knees, and swept her off the floor as though she weighed no more than a feather.

“What are you doing?” Laura cried, shock pitching her voice high.

“What am I doing? I’m going to satisfy you, make sure you have no time to chase other men,” Weston said. He strode into the bedroom and tossed her onto the mattress, sheets billowing like startled doves.

Laura scrambled upright just in time to see Weston yank his tie free and shrug out of his jacket, stripping with unhurried boldness. Every discarded garment seemed to thicken the air.

“I don’t need any so–called satisfying–stop undressing!” she shouted. Her pulse thundered so loudly she could barely hear her own words.

“Really?” Weston planted his hands beside her shoulders, caging her. “You walked out of the club with that male model; if that isn’t pent–up hunger, what is? I’m here to feed it–are you turning me down?”

What hunger? This is madness. I didn’t do anything!

“I’ve told you–he’s just a friend, nothing more. And I am absolutely unwilling to do it with

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you. Put your clothes back on, now!”

“Not interested?” he asked, one brow arched.

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“Right–no interest at all!” Laura fired back, eyes blazing. “Force me and I swear I’ll sue you-”

Her warning never finished; Weston’s mouth crashed over hers again, sealing off the words.

The kiss felt less like passion and more like punishment. His teeth caught her lower lip, a sharp sting that burst into the metallic taste of blood. She winced in pain–he had broken the skin.

“Weston, stop this madness! If you need company, pick any of the women outside–plenty would line up for you–mph!”

The torrent of kisses continued, unrelenting as summer rain hammering a tin roof. Only when her lungs burned did he let her breathe, and she lay gasping, limp as a caught fish.

“If you keep this up, I’ll call the police… Mmph… Don’t!” She jerked her head sideways, desperate to escape the next descending kiss.

His fingers locked beneath her jaw, firm enough to bruise, angling her face upward so flight itself became impossible.

His mouth followed, relentless as a shadow bent on eclipsing every inch of light she had left.

Inside her mouth rose the metallic tang of blood thinned by shared saliva, chased by the hot, smoky imprint of his breath.

Only after her lips had gone wholly numb–buzzing with too much stolen air–did Weston Windore finally retreat.

“Tell me, Laura–are you still plotting to sue me, or are you dialing the police the moment I loosen my grip?”

Laura clamped a trembling hand over her lips, terrified that he’d start kissing him again.

When had he become this unhinged? Wasn’t he the picture of self–restraint just a year ago? Back when we dated, I’d have to go through so much trouble coaxing him just to kiss him once. Now he looks ready to devour me whole.

“Easy now, Laura. Quit looking for comfort from anyone else.” He planted a kiss on her face. “If there’s something you crave, come to me. I’ll take care of it, and I promise you’ll be nothing but happy.”

Even Laura, normally thick–skinned, felt heat flood her cheeks.

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“Will you stop spouting this nonsense?” she blurted out.

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Weston arched a brow, then worked the top button of his dress shirt free, moving unhurriedly until the fabric slid from his shoulders.

A sculpted chest and a lattice of tempting abs came into sudden focus, as though the room’s very air sharpened to honor the reveal.

“I remember last time–you were more than satisfied, more than happy, weren’t you?” he whispered next to her ear.

His baritone, rich as a cello played in an empty hall, vibrated straight through her bones. The single word slammed through her. Color surged brighter, mercilessly betraying her.

The memory slammed in: him hauling her out of the club, spiriting her to his apartment, his body shamelessly seducing hers until her will collapsed and they tangled through the entire night.

Morning light had found her too wrung out to stand.

Regret nipped at her like cold water against sunburned skin as she thought about it.

She and Weston had signed that ridiculous pretend–relationship contract out of sheer desperation, nothing more. Hookups had never been part of the fine print.

“Last time was an accident. I will not let that sort of accident happen again,” she huffed.

“And what if I decide I want a second round?”

“What’s that supposed to mean? Don’t even think about forcing me. You’re a lawyer, Weston. You know assault could land you behind bars for years.”

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