[Note: Inferno will return!]
❝I've loved you until death. But in the end I didn't die.❞
Hanni's world shatters when her husband is killed seven hours into their marriage.
Fueled by grief, she embarks on a relentless quest to avenge his death, unrave...
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𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢 𝐏𝐎𝐕
This is ludicrous.
Did I just sleep with the killer of my husband?
The one who killed him after seven hours of our marriage?
Worse, I enjoyed it. There's never a second of our love-making process where I want to stop. Hell, if I'm being true to myself, I want more. I want to be fucked by her again and again, in every type of places, day and night.
I don't know what I'm feeling and hate the way I'm feeling like this. Where has all the hatred gone? Didn't I once vow that I would kill her in the most painful way?
If the avenge version of me ever met myself I'm more than sure I slapped the hardest on the lying-down me right now.
It seems like I don't have much choice since I'm ensnared tightly in her arms. Our bodies press against one another, cherishing each other's touches and warmth.
Sex is sex. It shouldn't involve love when we're done with strangers.
But it's not just sex.
I'm falling in love with her. Way before we even sleep together.
But I need to kill her.
Now or never before she kills me with her love, wiping out all of the vengeance I have ever promised him.
