Tempted by the Sinner

I took her hair and pushed her down. She opened her mouth and took my cock into her mouth. I leaned my head back and groaned as she sucked me, her head moving up and down next to the steering wheel. An old lady with her little white dog walked past the car, but didn’t seem to notice my cock down Mona’s throat.

I growled in pleasure and pushed Mona down deep. She bobbed up and down faster, lips sucking hard, tongue rolling around my tip. Pleasure flooded me, hot fire mixed with need.

“Fuck, girl,” I said. “You drive me wild, you know that? You want this as bad as I do, want to fuck things up, want to burn the world to ashes. You just went about it a different way.”

She pulled back with a gasp, stroking me fast and hard. I pulled her to my lips, kissed her, tasted my cock on her lips. I loved her in that moment, loved her more than I thought I ever could.

She went back down, opened her mouth, slid me deep into her throat. She gagged, moaned, kept sucking. I pushed her down, fucked her mouth, pleasure blooming all through me.

I never pictured her as the type to suck my cock right in the middle of the street. But fucking hell, I loved it. Goddamn, I loved it. This girl, she was wild, she was so much more than she appeared, and I wanted her, all of her. I wanted to take her and bring her into my world and keep her. No more bullshit, no more article, no more journalist.

I wanted her to be mine.

I groaned and said her name. She sucked faster, harder. I pushed her down as I came in her mouth, down into her pretty throat. She worked me, swallowed me, licked me clean from top to bottom. I leaned my head back with a sigh of total pleasure and relief as she came up, licking her lips.

I pulled her against me and kissed her.

“How was that?” she asked.

“That was perfect,” I said, kissing her again.

Then the world went insane as a huge boom blasted from the outside and the windows shattered.

Mona screamed as I cursed and covered her with my body.

Glass sparkled everywhere, cut my face and hands.

The boom left my ears ringing and every single car on the block went wild, their car alarms blaring, the windows all blown out. I shoved my cock away, got my pants fastened, as Mona sat back in her seat, her eyes wide and crazed, staring at something over my shoulder.

“Are you okay?” I shouted, my ears still ringing.

“I’m okay,” she said. “But Vince— Look.”

I turned around and my jaw dropped open, my tongue lolling to the side.

My house was on fire.

The door was blown off the hinges, the windows smashed and shattered. The facade cracked down the center, and flames spouted from the roof. It took me a few seconds to realize what had happened.

A bomb went off inside my house.

A fucking bomb inside of my house.

“Jalisco,” I said. “Fucking fuck. That fire…” I trailed off and grabbed my phone, dialing 911.

I got emergency services, told them to send a fire truck, gave the operator my address, and hung up. I got out of the car, looking around wildly. I didn’t see anyone suspicious, just scared, confused neighbors as they spilled from the surrounding houses. Mona came to me, staggered over broken glass, and I pulled her tight against my body.

This was it. This was the move.

If we hadn’t paused in that car… if she hadn’t sucked me off…

We’d both be dead.

“Fuck,” I said.

“We should go,” she said. “Warn the others. You have to call them, warn them.”

“Yeah,” I said as she took my hand. She tugged me away from the house, away from the scene as more people gathered to watch the flames lick from the windows.

Sirens blared in the distance as we staggered away, Mona in the lead.

The war was on now, there was no doubt in my mind. Dante and Steven couldn’t ignore that, even if they still wanted to.

The Jalisco made sure there was no going back.23MonaI stared at a plastic bottle of water as condensation rolled down its side. I reached out, unscrewed the top, screwed it back on. The green felt on the poker table was stained darker, and I placed the bottle back exactly where it had been, adjusting it so the dark ring fit just right beneath the bottom.

“Where the fuck is he?” Vince said, his voice a gravelly growl. “He said he’d be gone for five minutes an hour ago.”

I picked up the water again, took off the top, put it back on. “I don’t know,” I said. “Are your ears still ringing?”

He looked at me and worked his jaw. “Yeah,” he said. “I think they’ll probably ring for a few days.”