Hellfire by April Lust

The wedding is fake, but f**king her is as real as it gets.
I saved her from a psycho ex.
But I won’t be satisfied with a “thank you” and a kiss on the cheek.
After beating that creepy b*stard black and blue, I’ve got fire in my veins…
Not to mention, a steel rod behind the zipper of my jeans.
I claim her gratitude the only way I know how:
With a long night of moans.
Afterwards, she might be exhausted, but the morning is no time to rest.
Because the demon on her trail won’t give up without a fight.
There’s just one surefire way to keep her safe from him.
Drag her to the altar and make her mine for good.
I might go to hell for what I’m forcing her to do.
But I don’t give a sh!t.
Because here’s the truth:
Hellfire might hot, but f**king her is way, way hotter.