Sydney's POV
Dylan smiled smugly, his palm caressing my back until he stopped at my 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 had fallen, he had to release my neck. When he saw what I picked up, he growled, "What the f**k 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 lifted my chin, baring my neck and made him press the gun to my throat. "I'm all yours," I purred, pushing his hand so that the gun near my throat, slightly constricting my breathing, "If my love for you doesn't st
