Inferno_Part 1_The Vault

by T. K. Leigh

  “Morning,” I murmured as his stubble grazed my skin.

  “Buongiorno, mia cara, Eleanor.”

  “Mmm.” I closed my eyes. “I love when you speak Italian to me.”

  “Sei bella. Molto bella.”

  He traced circles along my spine, and I closed my eyes, tuning out everything except Dante’s touch. With each minute that passed, with each brush of his skin against mine, with each whisper of his desire in my ear, I fell deeper and deeper into something I couldn’t describe.

  Clutching my hips, he flipped me onto my back, pushing a few tendrils of hair behind my ear. His touch was delicate as his fingers traced my face. “Has anyone told you how beautiful you are first thing in the morning?”

  “No.” I swallowed hard at the sincerity in his eyes. The fiery and carnal look I’d grown accustomed to had been replaced by something else.

  “You are breathtaking, Eleanor,” he murmured, his tongue trailing over my bottom lip. He pressed his mouth to mine, the exchange soft and sweet. A brush of his hand. A sweet word. A kiss. That was all I needed to crumble before this man I swore I wouldn’t fall for.

  But with each brush of his hand, each sweet word, each kiss, I was breaking that promise to myself.

  I wanted to curse life for being so unfair. I’d always wondered how it would feel to be treasured and loved. Life decided to play a cruel trick on me and finally show me that in a man who could never be mine. There was no future with Dante. His life was here, in Rome. Mine was in California…or at least the pieces that remained of it were there. I should have walked away from Dante after our first night. I should leave now, but I couldn’t. I was drawn to him like a plant to sunlight. I needed him for my own survival. Without him, I feared my soul would wither and die.

  I raked my hands down his sculpted back, pulling him closer. The way his muscles rippled and bulged under my hands flamed my need for him.

  “Do you want me?” he whispered against my neck.

  “Yes, Dante.”

  Leaning back, he rubbed his erection against me, then slowly entered, filling me. He flexed toward me, a look of peace washing over him as he pushed deep before pulling back. He repeated the same slow motion over and over, each gentle thrust more fulfilling, more thrilling, more enthralling than the previous.

  I hooked my legs around his waist, reaching up and forcing his lips against mine. A spark ignited in my core as he moved inside me. This was different from every other time. It had always been fast, rough, hard. It was as if Dante could read my mind, knew I’d developed feelings for him, despite trying to remain detached. I’d spent the past ten years with Brock, yet I never cared for him this way. How could I possibly have such strong feelings for someone I’d only known for a few short days? It didn’t seem possible.

  “Harder,” I begged.

  Dante met my eyes.

  “Please,” I added.

  He lowered his mouth to my chest, his teeth grazing my nipple. “Not yet, Eleanor. You feel so good like this.” A shiver rolled over him when I ran my fingers through his hair. He grabbed my hand, placing a kiss on my palm. “God, I love being inside you. Filling you. Knowing I can give you so much pleasure.”

  I tightened my legs around his waist, moving with the gentle rhythm he set. He grasped a wrist in each of his hands and pressed them against the mattress by my head. I yearned to touch him, to run my fingers through his hair, to dig my nails into his back.

  “I need to feel you,” I pleaded, my hands aching with need.

  “You do feel me,” he grunted out, tightening his hold on my wrists. My skin burned, a subtle pain shooting through me.

  “More,” I breathed, closing my eyes.

  He clamped his teeth on my neck, his rhythm still slow and deliberate as he marked me.

  “Harder,” I begged, gritting my teeth, bucking my hips.

  A storm brewing in his eyes, he finally relented and drove into me harder, rougher, his hands gripping my wrists even tighter. This was what I wanted, what I needed. Only Dante could give it to me. My vision became hazy and I fell over the edge, crying out Dante’s name as waves of ecstasy washed over me.

  “Oh, Eleanor.” Crushing his lips to mine, he forced his tongue into my mouth as he found his own release. He let go of my wrists, and I clutched his face in my hands, giving him everything I could — my heart, my soul…my love?

  Our frenzied kiss grew soft, tender, delicate. I wrapped my arms around his neck, wishing we could always stay like this. That simply wasn’t in the cards. If there were such a thing as fate, she was a cruel bitch.

  Too soon, he pulled back, placing a light kiss on my nose, smiling down at me with such adoration. His eyes wandered to the clock on the nightstand and he groaned.

  “I have to get ready. I have a few appointments this morning. I can’t cancel them again. Will you be okay for a few hours? I’ll make it as quick as possible, then I promise we’ll go do something. I can take you to see the Sistine Chapel, if you’d like.”

  “That would be nice.” As much as I’d love another day like yesterday where we just stayed in bed, I needed to start distancing myself from Dante. I feared my heart wouldn’t survive my impending departure otherwise.

  “Great.” He placed another soft kiss on my nose, then stood, retreating into the bathroom. I closed my eyes, basking in my post-sex state of complete satisfaction.

  After what seemed like only an instant, Dante stirred me awake. Momentarily disoriented, I opened my eyes to see him standing in front of me, his hair damp from a shower, dressed in a dark suit with a charcoal shirt. It was dark, dark, and more dark, but I loved how it looked on him.

  “I’ll be back soon.” He leaned down and feathered his lips against mine. “I’ll be thinking of you the entire time.”

  “And the next time you’ll be fucking me?” I murmured groggily, raising my brows.

  “No, Eleanor. Just thinking about you. Although fucking you is the deliciously sweet icing on the cake. I didn’t ask you to stay with me so I could sleep with you whenever I wanted. I asked you to stay because I like you as a person, probably more than I should, and I hate the idea you’ll be leaving soon. I hate that I have to leave you even for a minute because every minute I’m away from you is a minute I won’t get back.” He lowered his lips to mine. “Don’t think for a second this is just about sex. It’s not. Not anymore. At least for me. And I hope it’s not for you, either.”

  I swallowed hard. “It’s not.”

  “Good. I’ll be back shortly. Have a wonderful morning, Eleanor.” He kissed me one last time, then retreated from the bedroom.

  Closing my eyes, I drew in a long breath and stretched in the bed. I was tired, but my mind wouldn’t let me go back to sleep, so I got up. After a refreshing shower and dressing in a pair of shorts and a flowing light blue tank top, I decided it would be the perfect morning to just sit on the veranda and enjoy the invigorating sounds of Rome. I checked my reflection in the mirror, a wide grin crossing my face when I noticed a large bruise on my neck. Upon further inspection, I also observed red and purple marks on my wrists that were prominent against my fair skin. At least I had some damn good concealer. I’d have to make sure to put some on before going to the Vatican later. I could have been wrong, but I didn’t think it would be appropriate to walk through Vatican City with teeth marks on my neck.

  Pulling my brown waves into a messy ponytail, I retreated from the room with a bounce in my step. I made a coffee and grabbed a danish, then headed toward the bookshelf, choosing a book from Dante’s enormous collection. I was surprised to see so many English titles.

  I settled into a lounge chair on the veranda and got lost in some psychological thriller, enjoying my coffee and the warm sun on my skin, forgetting about everything else in my life.

  Not much time had passed before I heard the subtle sound of the apartment door opening, then closing. I glanced at my watch to see Dante had only been gone an hour. Excitement filled me as I swung my legs over the side
of the lounge chair, practically running back into the apartment.

  “That was a short meeting,” I said, a grin on my face as I entered the living area, my eyes taking a minute to adjust from the sunlight. “Did you not get enough of me this morning and needed to rush home for more?”

  A sudden chill washed over me when my vision became clear, my gaze falling on a tall, lanky figure standing in Dante’s living room as if he owned the place. I came to an abrupt stop.

  “Hello, Ellie,” he sneered. “Enjoying our honeymoon?”

  Swallowing hard, my mind raced as I stood face-to-face with my ex-fiancé. I stepped back, observing with my own eyes why Mila had voiced her concern to me all those days ago. Brock looked off — crazed, sinister…evil.

  He continued toward me, his eyes wild. My heart pounded in my chest as I continued my slow retreat, scanning Dante’s apartment for anything I could possibly use as a weapon. As Brock approached a side table by the couch, he picked up a copy of Dante’s first book, smiling an eerie smile at me.

  Holding it beside his face, the warmth in Dante’s eyes a cruel juxtaposition to the poison in Brock’s, he said, “I see you’ve met my brother.”

  To Be Continued…

  Playlist

  First Heartbreak - Tori Kelly

  Somebody Loved - The Weepies

  Move Together - James Bay

  Wicked Games - The Weekend

  Caught up in You - Kate Voegele (feat. Inland Sky)

  Terrible Love - Birdy

  When I Get My Hands On You - The New Basement Tapes

  My Skin - Natalie Merchant

  Flesh - Simon Curtis

  Addicted - Saving Abel

  Under My Skin - Peter Bradley Adams

  Say You Won’t Let Go - James Arthur

  Acknowledgements

  When I was approached in late 2016 to participate in this fun project that would eventually come to be titled The Vault, I looked at it as a challenge. Most may not see writing a 20,000 - 35,000 word novella as a challenge, but it is. Most of my books hover in the 100K word area. Developing characters and making the reader become emotionally attached to them is no easy task. So an idea popped in my head to write a story about a woman who decided to run out on her wedding and head to Rome, where she runs into a handsome, sexy Italian chef. I thought it would be a short, sinful, sexy story of my heroine’s sexual awakening. Little did I know that my hero would have a lot to say, as well, which is why I made the decision to make their story a little more involved than I originally planned. I’ve vowed from the very beginning of this writing journey that I would never publish anything less than my best, and to give this intricate story the attention it needs and deserves, I couldn’t rush it, which is why a 35K word novella has now morphed into a 200K word series.

  Writing a book, even a short novella is no easy task. There’s a lot that goes on behind the scenes. First I want to thank A.D. Justice for inviting me to participate in this amazing project with some incredible talent. I’m truly humbled to be able to call you a friend since I started out in this crazy author world.

  A big thanks to my beta readers — Lin, Stacy, Melissa, Joelle, Victoria, Sylvia. Thanks for letting me leave you hanging over the perch for a little bit. Thank you to my wonderful editor, Kim Young, the only woman I’ll ever trust with my babies. I truly appreciate how much effort you put into making my story as good as it can be. I couldn’t do this without you.

  A huge thanks to Laura Rossi, my Italian consultant, who took the time out of her own writing schedule to take a look at this manuscript and make sure all the Italian phrases were correct. I am forever grateful.

  As always, I couldn’t do any of this without the support of my wonderful husband, who has supported me since day one, even when I had less than 1000 followers on Facebook and was happy to sell ten books a day.

  Thank you to all you amazing bloggers who volunteer your time to promote all us Indie authors. None of this would be possible without your help.

  Last but certainly not least, thank you to YOU, my wonderful readers! Whether you’ve read all my books or this is your first one, thanks for picking up this book and reading!

  Don’t worry. Part two is coming very soon!

  Much love,

  Books by

  T. K. Leigh

  The Beautiful Mess Series

  A Beautiful Mess

  A Tragic Wreck

  Gorgeous Chaos

  The Deception Duet

  Chasing The Dragon

  Slaying The Dragon

  The Vault

  The Inferno Series

  Stand Alone Titles

  Heart Of Light

  Heart Of Marley

  The Other Side Of Someday

  Vanished

  Writing Mr. Right

  For more information on any of these titles and upcoming releases, please visit T.K.’s website:

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  About the Author

  T.K. Leigh, otherwise known as Tracy Leigh Kellam, is the USA Today Bestselling author of the Beautiful Mess series, in addition to several other works. Originally from New England, she now resides in sunny Southern California with her husband, beautiful daughter, and three cats. When she’s not planted in front of her computer, writing away, she can be found training for her next marathon (of which she has run over twenty fulls and far too many halfs to recall) or chasing her daughter around the house.

  T.K. Leigh is represented by Jane Dystel of Dystel, Goderich & Bourret Literary Management. All publishing inquiries, including audio, foreign, and film rights, should be directed to her.

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