Taming Seraphine (Morally Black, #1)

by Gigi Styx

For all the girls who like to clutch at pearls… this ain’t for you

To all the pretty little psychos who crave a blade to the throat

SERAPHINE To save my grandmother, I must murder a stranger.

let them know that I’m being held hostage and being forced to commit a murder.

I’m really going to murder a man in cold blood. After tonight, Nanna will be free.

My breath catches. It’s him. The man I’m going to kill.

Not anymore. I’m tainted because of men like him. Men like him I want to punish. Men like him I want to erase from this earth.

Congratulations on completing your first mission. The man you killed was Enzo Montesano, the leader of the syndicate that rules New Alderney. From today, the Capello family will assign you further missions in exchange for protection from Montesano’s associates. I regret to inform you that your grandmother died in captivity; however, your brother is still safe.

The only way I’ll ever get free is to kill my dad and his psycho sons.

Killing the entire Capello family isn’t just risky—it’s suicide.

but the enemy of my enemy has always been a fickle friend.

He has the look of a man whose hands are soaked with blood. Like mine.

The man who taught me that mixing emotions with murder was the fastest way to get a hitman killed.

“There’s no such thing as a Lolita assassin,” I say.

“Face like an angel with the instincts of a killer.”

Leroi would make the perfect prey. There’s no thick growth of hair obscuring his anatomy, no greasy layers of fat. He’s textbook perfection, a killer’s dream.

few associates are coming over to play poker. You don’t want to be in the same space as them. They’re dangerous.”

“You’re making a sandwich?” I ask, incredulous. She nods. My stomach churns. “Why?” “They need to know I’m not afraid.” “The voices in your head?” I whisper, my pulse quickening.

I ask, my arm sweeping toward the trail of blood leading out toward the murdered men. “If this is about the mess, I can clean it up,” she says. I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Really.”

“Alright then, Little Miss Murderer, get to work.”

She’s like a cat that’s eaten the proverbial canary and gives no fucks that it has feathers sticking out of its jaw. At the third bite, something inside me snaps. I close the distance between us and pry the shit out of her hand. “You are not eating a cock sandwich,” I snarl. “Not in this house.”

“A man came to the window,” she says, her voice distant and flat. “He was rude.” “He touched you?” “I stabbed him in the eye.” The words hit like a gut punch. “Where is he?” “Over there.” She tilts her head toward the window. “Where?” I snarl. “On the ground.”

“Sorry,” she mumbles. “For what?” I start the engine and ignore the pang of guilt that rises from her flinch. “I made another mess.”

“You can’t go around stabbing every man who shows you disrespect,” I say. “Why not?”

Shit. I should have known better than to let down my guard, but I have no other options. I’ll keep Leroi alive until I find Gabriel, and then I’ll carve pretty patterns into his flesh and watch him bleed.

My breath shallows the way it usually does before a kill, only this time it’s accompanied by an excited flutter. I never feel this way when I’m with a man. Ever. All I ever care about is the kill. Leroi is so handsome that it’s distracting.

Put down the knife and we’ll talk.” “Let me stay, and I’ll put down the knife.” When I press the tip of my blade into a point of his flesh adjacent to the artery, his hips jerk. The movement makes me shift a few inches down his erection, and its crown presses into my slit. Heat floods between my legs in a rush of pleasure so sudden I’m forced to swallow back a gasp. Sensation rushes to my clit, which pulses and swells. My gaze drops to his heaving chest for an instant to find his nipples puckering. In a flash of movement, Leroi produces a gun and points it at my head. My jaw drops. I jerk backward, only for my clit to rub against his hardness. Tingles shoot up my core, making my breath catch. What the hell is Leroi doing to me, and why do I want him to do it again? “Put that down,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “You first,” he replies with a smirk.

“Believe me, angel, nothing about you holding a blade to my cock is funny. Now, please, take that knife off my throat before you puncture something.”

This reaction to nearly killing him is unexpectedly arousing. I want to do it again.

“Then teach me to be a better monster,” she says with a practiced pout.

Certainly not a woman who has the face of an angel and the heart of a killer.

“I’m not a good man.” I mumble. “I don’t need a good man,” she replies. “I need someone who understands me.” “The training will be difficult.” She gives me an eager nod. “There will be punishment for failure.” “Are there rewards for being a good girl?” she whispers, her voice husky.

Leroi’s hand is warm and large. Touching his bare skin muffles out the music and chatter and turmoil.

I needed her scream to drown out the ones in my head.

Powerlessness, guilt, and rage. Three poisonous emotions that she’s held in her soul for half a decade.

“Then I’ll help you kill every one of those bastards who assaulted your mother.”

“And you will learn how to kill without making a mess.”

In her hand is a pistol. “Who the hell is Rosalind?”

“Maybe if you’d given me what I wanted last night, I wouldn’t have to imagine these vegetables were you.” I pick up a zucchini and start slicing it.

Leroi’s generosity has an expiry date. I have to make sure to leave him or kill him before he changes his mind. Because he eventually will. I can’t really trust anyone.

Leroi thinks that killing the men on my list will cleanse my thoughts. That after the last man is dead, I’ll no longer be haunted by my past, but I’m not sure that’s true. I add little red droplets to my thought bubbles and make them drip into my hands.

but that doesn’t mean he won’t stab me in the back. Which is why I plan to stab him first.

“Didn’t you question why someone so young would assassinate dangerous men?” “They said she was a psycho.”

The first orgasm filled my head with clouds. The second has given me perfect clarity. Leroi might appear protective

and caring, but he’s still a man. Sure, he’s better looking and is more skilled than most, but that just means he’s better at hiding his true intentions.

I’m going to enjoy this blissful moment while it lasts and be ready for h...

She’s a killer like me–a kindred spirit with a darkness that rivals mine. Not only that, but she’s beautiful, resourceful, and full of surprises.

The underworld is a cesspool of backstabbers, killers, and sorry motherfuckers who would sell their own grandmothers to fuel their personal demons. Despite

I can’t tell if I’m taming Seraphine or if she’s taming me.

My hands are saturated with blood, my soul is stained with gore, and I’ve been tainted by more men