This person is the only one I still have some sort of trust in, even if it’s not much at all. It sounds strange and so fucking stupid, but it’s true.

If I get Angelina to crack under my pressure, she’ll tell me the whole truth.

She’ll have no choice but to, because there’s no way I feel so much for her—feel so passionately about her, to the point that I couldn’t stop thinking about her even after the lies—and she doesn’t feel the same.

There’s just no motherfucking way.

END OF PART ONE

Sudden Flames (Sweet Promises #2) will be released early 2016!

In the meantime, enjoy this quick (and super hot!) excerpt from Sudden Flames!

The look on his face is like a child being punished after being disobedient. It breaks my heart because it’s so innocent, pure, and raw, and yet… so full of emotion and brokenness.

Since the beginning I have wanted to mend this man. I have wanted to make things better for him, even though I had an ulterior motive. He never knew, but there was one.

Through my tipsy stupor, I start to wrap my arms around him to comfort him, but he shoves me away and I land on top of the mattress. A gasp spills through my lips, and before I can think, he pounces on top of me, trapping me between his thick arms. I hear the ripping of fabric, my shirt being pulled apart, my black bra and stomach revealed.

His fingers curl around the edge of my leggings and he yanks them down, causing another loud ripping noise. My mouth moves in protest, but I can’t speak when my eyes lock with his.

They’re hard.

Furious.

He grips my wrist in one hand, shoving them above my head, and the other goes down to my pubic bone. For a split second, his eyes soften, and he looks down, watching his own fingers lightly tread down the V between my legs.

He stops just at my clit, sinking his middle finger between the folds. Then he presses down, and I buck, gasping from the sudden pressure.

His eyes move up to mine again, eyebrows strung together, mouth pinched tight. His middle finger continues gliding down, and I squirm, but he forces me still, nostrils flaring, his finger now running in and out of my pussy.

He fucks me with his long middle finger, in and out, faster and faster. With each minute, he’s slamming, and by the third minute, there are two fingers deep inside me, forcing their way in and out. He places mild bites on my shoulder, still finger-fucking me, still going.

“Oh, God, Griffin…. Please,” I beg.

“Please, what, Angelina? What exactly are you begging for?”

“For you to… forgive… me.” My voice breaks. He doesn’t want me to speak. Every time a word gets out he’s driving his fingers harder, his thumb working magic circles on my clit, eliciting heat. Fire. He has me cupped in his hand, at his mercy.

“Keep begging me. Beg me to fucking stop,” he growls in my ear, right before his teeth capture my earlobe and graze it. I moan when he pulls his mouth away, the warmth of them an unbearable mix with those magical fingers. “You want me to forgive you, you fucking beg, Angel.”

Angel… oh, God. So maybe he isn’t as angry as he seems. He only calls me that when he means it… from what I know of our experience so far. My back arches, and I clutch the sheets above my head. He still has my wrists locked in his hands. I don’t know how he’s doing this, bringing me so high, so close to the moon and stars, but it’s happening. It’s real, and it can’t be denied.

“Beg,” he demands.

“Please, Griffin… please,” I whimper.

“Please? Please what, baby? Huh?”

“Please forgive me…”

“Forgive you for what?”

“Trying to… trick you—oh God! Lying! OHH! GOD!” He’s going faster now, slamming, massaging all at once. Shooting stars float, fireworks in the sky, almost reaching high enough… and then it happens.

A great boom.

A massive explosion.

I shatter beneath Griffin’s frustrations and his rough embrace. I cry out—I’m not sure to whom—but it feels so fucking amazing and so intense. Wave after wave hits me; I shudder and quake, my thighs locking around his hand as he slows down, still rubbing my clit, still drawing out my gratification.

When my body finally dies down, my hips and back descending, my head rolling to the side, I’m finally looking in his direction. He pulls his fingers from between my thighs, brings them up, and slides them between my parted lips.

“Taste yourself. Your betrayal. Your fucking lies,” he growls. “You fucking lied to me, stabbed me right in the fucking back, Angel, and yet, you still make my dick as hard as a fucking rock.”

He moves his hips forward, rubbing his erection across the outside of my thigh. I feel it, it’s familiar and I can’t deny the fact that I’m craving it.

Because that’s where the ultimate pleasure lies.

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