Sydney's POVDylan 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 grippi
SYDNEY’S POVI couldn't remember how I ended up on the bed with Dylan last night… Or maybe I did, I just didn't want to recall it, I couldn't. I feel sore all over. And right now, all I feel is extreme tiredness and a gnawing hunger.Dylan fucking whoever he really was, was a greedy and insatiable man. It only took not more than twenty minutes after pulling away from me for him to get on top of me again. He kept grinding me like he was some beast, ordering me to keep telling him I loved him. What type of psycho was that?I actually wished the gnawing hunger was related to my tiredness or even a little something to do with it but no. The louder my cries and fake moans mixed with his loud grunts got, the higher my hatred for him heightened. My hunger for revenge was making me starved and I needed to collect myself before I did something really stupid and get myself killed.Every touch of his hands on my skin made me want to recoil in disgust. The weight of his body pinning me down was l
Sydney's POVI hadn't seen Dylan for two freaking weeks. Two weeks of blessed silence and freedom from his sickening touch and mind games. But I knew the reprieve wouldn't last.That day, after the dumb test with the unloaded gun, he showered and then we had breakfast together. An awkward, tension-filled meal where I struggled to keep up the facade of a lovestruck woman while hiding my revulsion. When we finished, he brought me to an impressive mansion on the outskirts of the city.He said just a sentence, a sentence that had me twitching my lips into a weird smile to stop myself from scoffing, "You are now my woman, this place will be your home from now on."On the surface, this would have been ideal, as I never wanted him around in the first place. But I needed him close to get to know more about him, make him fall for my act, and most crucially, to monitor his every move. Distance would make achieving my goal nearly impossible.Besides, I was starting to get paranoid that this twis
SYDNEY’S POVI erupted in a fit of laughter, mainly because he cracked me up. How could he possibly be jealous of a dead man? He really did look adorably pouty in that moment, standing there trying his best to look intimidating with that angry gaze. At that instant, it was almost easy to believe I was simply bantering with my beloved Lucas.This confrontation was actually a very good sign, despite his melodramatic display of envy. It meant that my carefully cultivated deception was still going strong. Even if I hadn't fully penetrated his twisted heart yet, I had undeniably managed to worm my way into his fragile psyche to a fairly substantial degree."Sorry," I giggled, palming my mouth in an attempt to stifle the burbling laughter as I climbed down from the bed to face him properly. I couldn't help but be faintly amused by his irrational jealousy over something so silly.While I laughed at his preposterous behavior, Dylan hissed out a irritated breath and stalked over to perch himse
Sydney 's POVI pulled back from the hug when I heard a clap.I looked at him, my face a few inches from his with my arms still woven around his neck, "Why'd you clap?" I asked with a small smile, my eyes searching his face curiously. There was a playful glint in his eyes that made me wonder what he was up to.He only smiled back. He didn't need to answer my question because one of his men opened the door to my room and walked in at that moment.The man held a shopping bag in his hand. "Good evening, sir," he politely inclined his head in greeting, then he nodded at me, "Ma'am." His stoic expression gave nothing away about the contents of the bag.I looked from him to Dylan, keeping my arms looped around Dylan's neck."What's that?" I arched a questioning brow, "Is that mine?" A tiny flutter of excitement stirred in my chest at the thought that Dylan may have actually gotten me a gift.He nodded with a smile, his hands squeezing my ass cheeks possessively. "All yours."Then I abruptly
SYDNEY’S POVJust approximately an hour after Dylan dressed me up, Dylan was informed that the car was ready. He changed into a suit that, infuriatingly, made him look more like Lucas.I didn't miss the jealousy that flitted in the eyes of the other women when Tavon rudely ordered them to behave themselves and remain in their rooms and left with me. I guess they would have loved to be the package that was about to be delivered. And I couldn't help but wonder if he had ever offered any of those women to his uncle too.We got in the car and the driver drove us to where I would be meeting Uncle Tavon....After several minutes of a stifling ride with Dylan, we reached our destination and I could breathe again.The driver finally pulled up before another huge mansion but this one was no doubt fancier and grander than the one Dylan's women resided in. I slowly nodded to myself. I could see why he was desperate to be on the man's good side. His eyes were glued to the ultimate price."Behave
I looked up to see Tavon's pale face. There was fear in his eyes as his hands dropped from my face and to his side in resignation.With how glaring the fear in his eyes was, you'd think he had seen the grim reaper; the whip in her hands was the scythe and she had come for his soul.With his genitals still hanging out of his unbuckled pants, he turned to the woman who was still on the doorway. With her firm stance, I could tell that there was a thundering expression on her face."Jessica, I..." he stuttered as he tried to explain. He was still struggling to form his words when the woman he called Jessica interrupted him harshly."Shut up!" With long quick strides, Jessica closed the space between them and before I knew what was happening, she raised the hand that held the whip and it came descending on Tavon's shoulder.I gasped loudly and flinched back, falling on my butt.What the hell!I watched the scene in horror as Jessica repeatedly struck Tavon with the whip, the sound of it ma
Sydney's POV"Bella, what are you doing here?" I yelled out, not too loudly but still emphatically enough that anyone passing by would be able to hear the disbelief thick in my voice.I gasped loudly as Bella's palm suddenly struck me across the face, the stinging slap catching me completely unawares. I staggered back a step, reflexively raising a hand to cradle my smarting cheek."What the fuck was that for?" I asked hotly, my surprise quickly giving way to a flare of anger."Shut up," she hissed coldly. As usual she leveled an icy glare at me. "I go by Jessica now! I didn't think I'd need to spell that out for you."Bella and I were sisters, but we had never truly gotten along well, not for even a single minute it seemed. I probably should have realized our unplanned reunion would bring me no joy or sense of reassurance. Instead of feeling safer in the presence of this particular devil I knew, she only increased my troubles. A devil will always be a devil, no matter how familiar.I