𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒 | SPINOFF

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

LILIANA
ROSELINE

I was a good girl, or at least I tried to be. But somehow, I always ended up right back where I didn't belong. God forbid me from Jaxon—he was trouble, danger, the kind of temptation that could destroy you from the inside out. He warned me to stay away, and I promised I would. But then there I was, walking beside him, hand in hand, even though I knew better.

"Jaxon, don't," I whispered, my voice trembling as my heart pounded against my chest. A smile tugged at my lips despite myself. "It's dangerous... what if the police come?"

We were walking through the cold streets of town at midnight, a romantic stroll soaked in an adrenaline rush. But it felt more like walking on the edge of a cliff, one step away from falling.

"Shut up, let's go." Jaxon's voice was rough, full of that familiar cocky edge, his eyes sparkling with mischief. And before I could even register what he was doing, he shoved open the creaking doors of the old church.

We were in the ruins of what used to be a sanctuary, now nothing but decay and broken memories. The place had burned down a decade ago—charred stone walls and shattered glass littering the floor. They had tried to rebuild it, but it was like something in the church itself refused to be fixed, and so it had been abandoned. Left to rot.

"This is... so bad," I whispered, staring around at the destruction, the way the moonlight barely filtered through the cracked windows. It looked like a graveyard for prayers.

Jaxon didn't care. He pulled me by the wrist, leading me toward the half-damaged altar. The remnants of stained glass lay on the ground, the delicate hues now nothing more than jagged shards. It was like the church was a reflection of us—broken, battered, but still somehow standing.

"Look, the old candles are still here." I pointed, my voice a little shaky as I stared at the melted wax, the scent of ash lingering in the air.

Jaxon's smile grew darker. His hand reached for my ponytail, twisting it around his fingers, pulling me closer. His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, "Dollface, get on your knees and let's worship each other like a God and his Goddess."

I froze, caught between disbelief and something else I couldn't name. He yanked me down by my hair, the cold stone of the church floor biting into my knees. The sudden jolt of pain made me gasp, and I looked up at him, my breath catching in my throat. He was adjusting his belt, his eyes gleaming with that wild, dangerous look that I was never smart enough to run from.

"I—I'm not experienced enough, Jaxon," I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. "I'll embarrass you. And this place... it's sacred. It's wrong."

Jaxon's smirk didn't falter. He cupped my cheek, his thumb stroking over my skin in that possessive way he did. "Dollface, I'll teach you everything. It's not embarrassing. It just means you're mine. And I'm your first. You've never done anything like this before, right?" His eyes glinted, dark and predatory.

My heart raced. "No," I mumbled, "You've been with other girls. I've heard."

He chuckled, low and dark. "Sex and stuff, yeah, but I've never let any girl do this. All my life, I've wanted you, Liliana."

I blinked, the words sinking in deeper than they should have. I should've run, should've told him this was too much, too wrong. But I didn't. I nodded slowly, my lips parting. "Teach me," I whispered, surrendering to the pull I couldn't fight.

The moment I unzipped his pants, my heart skipped a beat. My hands shook, but I forced them to steady. Jaxon watched me, his eyes half-lidded, amused and dark, as I pulled his pants down. The bulge beneath his boxers was enough to make my breath catch in my throat. I felt the heat of his body, the weight of his gaze.

"Pull it down, dollface," he ordered, his voice low, commanding. I did as I was told, hesitating just a second too long. His cock was hard, thick, almost too much for me to handle. The sight of it made my stomach twist with both fear and curiosity.

"Open your mouth," he said, his voice a dark command, "and stop judging my cock." he annoyed says. "Suck it, lick it—do your magic."

I swallowed hard, unsure of what to do. My mouth felt dry, my mind racing. "Like a lollipop?" I asked, not really knowing if that was right.

"Yeah. Like a lollipop," he replied, his smirk growing. "But better."

I hesitated, my hands trembling as I placed them on his thighs. He groaned low in his throat, watching me, studying every movement. When I finally took him into my mouth, the taste of him almost made me choke. It was so much more than I expected. His cock was thick, hard, and all-consuming. My head spun as I tried to take more of him in, but it was too much, too fast.

"It's too big," I choked out, pulling away, gasping for air.

Jaxon just grinned, his hands threading through my hair, forcing me back down. "You can do it, dollface. Take it all in. I'll make sure you're okay."

I closed my eyes, trying not to gag, trying to focus on the rhythm, the way he groaned when I did it right. His praise spurred me on, but there was something dark about it. It wasn't love or care. It was raw, primal, and I couldn't deny the way it made me feel, both dirty and needed. His hands gripped my hair, forcing me to move faster. "Don't bite," he warned, his voice harsh.

I smiled as I pulled off, teasing him just for the sake of it. "Liliana, you were doing so good, dollface." he groaned.

Next time, we can continue, miss me more." I stood up, brushing myself off. "I don't want a bruised mouth tomorrow. I have to help your mom with her new cake recipe."

Jaxon frowned, pushing me lightly. "Don't talk about my mom while we're doing this, pretty girl." I couldn't help but laugh. The absurdity of it, the mix of pleasure and discomfort, made everything feel more intense. "Give me a piggyback ride," I said eagerly.

Without hesitation, Jaxon bent down, letting me climb onto his back. "How about you ride my dick instead, dollface?" he muttered, walking us out of the church, the dark night swallowing us whole.

I laughed, shaking my head. "Next time, just not in a church."