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 SOB 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 damn.

Because here’s the truth:

Hellfire might hot, but corrupting her is way, way hotter.