Chapter 97

Sydney's POV Dylan smiled smugly, his palm caressing my back until he stopped at nape. "Good girl…" he drawled. Then his grip on my nape tightened so hard that I almost winced in pain. He snarled, "And if it doesn't?" I smirked then as I bent to pick up the gun that fell, he had to release my neck. When he saw what I picked up, he growled, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" But that was all. He didn't attempt to snatch the gun from me. He just watched and waited to see what I was going to do. I held his hard gaze and took his hand. I placed the gun in it then I lifted my chin, baring my neck and made him press the gun to my throat. "I'm all yours," I purred, I pushed his hand so that the gun digs into my throat, slightly constricting my breathing, "If my love for you doesn't stand the test of time then do with me whatever you wish." He smirked and his eyelids slightly dropped as he trailed down my neck with the gun until his hands fell to his side. In an instant, he was grippin