Kiss The Devil Slow

CHAPTER 1 INTO THE LION'S DENJASMINE VALEThere are two kinds of mornings in my life: the quiet ones, where everything hums with sugar and peace, and the chaotic ones—where my apron’s on backward, I forget the oven timer, and I seriously contemplate crying into the batter. Today, thank the butter gods, is the former.It's just past Six in the evening. Customers were still coming in, taking orders, or getting a late-night coffee for the cold weather. Italy in the winter season is the best thing one could ever ask for. I yawned, hitting the oven and grabbing three eggs from the open craters I just got yesterday."Another dead body found on Dustin Bridge." Lola read from the News Kean newspaper that was dropped by Mr. Bennett, my favorite customer who likes to tell me stories about his days as a young Soldier."I wonder how a human would take another life without batting an eyelash. It's disturbing." "Of course, it is. Coming from

CHAPTER 3 OBSESSION ~DORMANI NOSTRAThere’s a kind of silence that comes before a scream.I like that silence.It’s sacred, calming.Like a prayer offered in blood and fear.The boy tied to the chair across from me is shaking, not because of the cold. It’s not cold in here. It’s never cold in my rooms. Especially not in this one—the cellar beneath The Den, where light and God dare not enter.He’s already missing two fingernails, four toenails, and a few broken ribs. I took them slowly, precisely. One for each lie he told me. He cried when the first one came off. Screamed with the second.Now he’s sobbing.I kneel before him, tilting his chin up so he meets my eyes. He tries to look away, but I slap him. Not hard. Just enough to keep him awake for more to come.“You stole from me,” I say. Calm. Even. “You thought I wouldn’t notice.”“I—I didn’t, I swear—” he chokes out, breath reeking of desperation and cheap beer.He was o

CHAPTER FIVE Desire~JASMINE VALEI think the whole house heard my screams last night. They must have. It was loud, filthy, and everything sinful.I didn't know one could cum from just spanking until I met him.Dormani Nostra was everything dark and evil. His signature smile made me want to gut him whenever he was near.Last night had been both a nightmare and a dream- a dark fantasy dream, one that had manifested right in front of me., without my consent, of course. (But I loved every bit of it. Was that possible? Or was I experiencing some syndrome with a man I had just met a few weeks ago?)I rubbed my ass on the mahogany wooden chair and poked my steak once again."You don't like it? I can make more dishes and then you choose from them." Juliet said with much more excitement and enthusiasm than I did at all."I want to go home., I said after a few moments of silence."Uhm.. that's not a food I can make." I frowned at the

CHAPTER SEVEN Buzz~ JASMINE VALE I couldn't look at Dormani in the eyes, after what I had done in my room. Thinking about what I did made me squirm, and I crossed my legs under the table and wished to disappear. He had insisted— no, demanded I had breakfast with him this morning. And of course, I had to look pretty while eating something as normal as breakfast. So, I was dressed in a blue, flowery, long gown, not body-fitted but very beautiful. I don't know who picked it but I know it probably cost more than I could ever make in my small pastry shop. Speaking about the shop... "Doesn't it bother you? That people will begin to look for me? Tell the Police or maybe signal the American Authorities that I'm missing. You do know I'm an American, right? And my people will come for me." He didn't glance at me, nor did he stop reading the stupid newspaper he held. Who the hell reads newspapers these days? "Then what about my shop? Lola? I have a life to get to but you're k

CHAPTER 9 Broken Rules ~JASMINE VALEThe man was ridiculously high. Maybe he did take something before we came here. And maybe I did too. Cause why am I breathless and curious to what he would have installed for me if I were to disobey him?The moment he turned his back to greet a man in a gray suit, I knew I wasn’t going to follow those ridiculous rules of his. But then, who did he think he was telling me not to eat, not to drink, not to talk? He wasn’t my father. He wasn’t even my....boyfriend.He was my kidnapper. Someone who is holding me captive in my life.So I picked up a plate and began to fill my plate with whatever I could find.I took the bread with something creamy on it, a slice of meat that looked too good to waste. There was a lot of food, and trust me, with the way these rich people were playing at, it would surely go to waste.Then I grabbed a glass of a cocktail and sipped it slowly, letting the sweet tast