This is book 2 of the Lions MC trilogy. 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.
