Savage: a Fighter Erotic Romance Novella (9 page)

“Those darts still have serum in them, you son of a bitch,” I hissed as I plunged the one I had hidden in my pocket deep into his chest.

Time stood still for a moment as everyone realized what happened.

In an instant, Mitch grasped at his chest as his men started roaring and screaming.  Mitch’s eyes grew wide as he realized how far I had buried the dart into his heart.  He would have no time—the serum was already pumping through his body in every vein. 

And there was so much that a direct hit to his heart was deadly.  We both knew it.

His eyes turned dark as they slid onto me.

“You little bitch,” he seethed.

He reached out an arm to grab me by the hair, but I had learned a thing or two watching them fight.  I dodged it and began to run under his arm. 

“Luke, run!” I screamed as Mitch grabbed me by the arm.  He twisted it sharply behind my back and I gasped and winced in pain.

“You … little … bitch!” Mitch screamed, throwing me against the wall.

“Don’t touch her,” Luke roared.  I watched him thrash so violently against the men that held him that they were thrown off of him.  He began charging forward as Mitch stalked to me. 

“I … will tear you … to … pieces,” Mitch rasped.  I saw his hands shake.  His breathing had become labored.  The serum was already taking hold.  He leapt forward to grab me by the neck, but his movements were just slow enough that I could escape it.

Before he could reach for me again, Luke grabbed him by the neck and forced him up to look him in the eye.  Mitch stared at him with pure venom in his gaze.

“You will never touch her again,” Luke growled.

“I … I….”

I watched as Mitch went limp in his arms. 

There was a moment of silence.

Luke turned to the men behind us and looked each of them in the eye.

“Do any of you want to challenge me?”

They were silent.

“Do any of you really think you can take me?  Do you think it’s worth it?”

Still silence.

“Good.  Now get the fuck out of here before I decide to punish you for what you’ve done.”  He snarled those last words with a curl in his lip and a deadly look in his eye.

Without wasting another moment, the men took off, leaving us alone in the middle of the alley.  I watched as the last of them stumbled after the rest of the pack.

Luke turned to me.  His face had gone soft and compassionate now that we were alone.

“Anna,” he breathed.

“What are we going to do now?” I asked, my hands shaking as I took in the sight.  Mitch’s dead body laid at our feet, covered in blood and bruises.  The lights had dimmed now and we were only barely lit.  I looked up at Luke where he stood, his fists bloodied and hurt.

We locked eyes for a minute, and he strode to me.

Luke picked me up in a kiss, crushing me to him.

“We’re getting the hell out of here,” he whispered.  “And never coming back.”

THE HONEYMOON

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“Room for two?” the man at the front desk asked me two months later.  I stood in the lobby of a swanky hotel, one with floors made of marble and ceilings domed with crystal chandeliers.  The hotel was located in one of the most expensive parts of Las Vegas—which was very Luke, I had to admit—which meant I had no idea how much the room must have cost, though I suspected it had enough zeroes to make me dizzy. 

Outside, the glitz and glamour of the casinos twinkled into the night.  I felt strange to be alone here, but then again, being alone at all felt strange lately.  It was like Luke had become a vital part of me.  Being without him felt like being without my lungs, unable to breathe.

“Yes,” I told him as a bellboy took my single suitcase. 

“I see it’s the … honeymoon penthouse suite?” the desk man said lightly with a knowing smile.

I blushed.  “Yes, yes it is.”

He glanced down at my finger.  The diamond engagement ring had been there for the last four weeks, a special one that Luke had picked out himself from a pawn shop just outside the city limits.  I had been in such shock when he popped it out that he was afraid he had given me a stroke.  Luckily my screams of ‘yes’ had assured him I was fine.

The man behind the desk nodded to himself as he signature a few forms and clicked around on the computer.

“He’s a very lucky man, ma’am,” he said with a bright smile as he slipped me our room keys.  “It’s all yours for the next three days.  Our help line is always waiting and we have room service on request.  Make sure to ring us whenever you have a question or concern.”

“Of course,” I said, the blood beginning to pump through my veins.  The reality of the situation was really starting to hit me.  “Thank you.”

The room was in the top floor, and my jaw dropped when the bellboy unlocked it for me.  It wasn’t a room—it was a palace.  I had only ever seen places this luxurious in movies.  I walked in in a daze, finding a seat in one of the massive lounge sofas before I fainted to the floor.  My eyes were wide and I’m sure I looked crazy.  The bellboy asked if I needed a glass of water or a doctor.  I waved him off.

A few minutes after the bellboy left, my phone (another new gift from Luke, who had recently taken to showering me in things we didn’t need and couldn’t take with us on the road, though that didn’t deter him) began buzzing.  A new text from Luke, I realized.  I checked it, and my heart fluttered when I read the message:

9PM.  Be naked.

Yes, sir.

Sure enough, when the clock struck nine, Luke walked in the door.  He stumbled a little—the lights were low, and I had kept everything dim except for my place on the massive California king bed.  He made it to room, laughing about how ridiculous I was being, but he stopped completely when he caught sight of me.

I watched his eyes grow large, his lips parting for a moment.

I took his breath away.

“Jesus, Anna,” he said hoarsely.  I leaned forward, showing off a few of my naked curves for him, delighted with the way even a glimpse of my flesh could do things like that to him.

He strode forward, sweeping me up into his arms and pulling my mouth to his for a kiss.  His tongue traced my lips and then slipped into my mouth, and I gladly opened it for him.  One of his hands traveled down to my ass, and I felt him squeeze me tightly.  I melted in his tattooed, muscled arms.  Surely this must be what Heaven feels like.

After a while, those strong arms pushed me down onto the bed.  I watched him run his hands over my naked skin eagerly.  He cupped my breast and brought his mouth to it, tenderly sucking on the nipple.  His other hand reached down between my legs and began rolling circles into my clit again.  I shut my eyes and threw my head back, taking the feel of it in.

His mouth moved away from my breast, and my eyes fluttered open as he kissed a trail down my stomach.  He parted my legs again, but I got a mischievous smile on my face.  I raised one leg and playfully kicked him away.

“Not me, not tonight,” I said with a sultry, seductive look.  “Let me have some fun this time.”  His confused look melted into one of pure, raw lust as he saw me slip off the bed and onto my knees before him.

“Go ahead, darlin’,” he breathed roughly.  “I’m all yours.”

I stroked the crotch of his pants lightly with one finger, and his eyes fixed on it, intense and passionate.  When I unzipped him, I made it slow and torturous, delaying what he wanted so much with a flirty, knowing smile. 

“God,” he growled.  “Don’t you know what you do to me?”

I found his cock and brought it out, stroking the length of it again slowly, enjoying the sight of his eyes growing wilder and more desperate by the moment.  His cock was massive in my small hands, and I couldn’t wait to get it in my mouth.  I looked him in the eyes and smiled. 

“Yes,” I whispered as I pressed my lips to the head of his cock. 

He groaned and closed his eyes, much to my delight. 

I parted my lips and took him in my mouth, savoring the taste of his skin.  I began bobbing my head lightly up and down on it.  The look on his face drove me wild.  I increased my pace, sucking on him passionately as my hands gripped his hips.  His lips parted as his pants turned into growls.  I could feel his hips begin to buck as he reached the edge.

I pushed my head forward, sucking his cock deep into my throat, trying to draw the orgasm out of him nice and slow.

Suddenly, his rough hand pushed me back and off of him.  I tumbled onto my ass.  I frowned and rubbed my sore ass. 

I smirked.

“I mean, I know I’m not as experienced as you,” I joked, “but I don’t think I’m
that
bad.”

When I looked up into his eyes, they were serious and burning.

“No,” he growled.  “I don’t want to cum in your mouth.  I want to cum inside you.”

I swallowed hard against the lump in my throat.

“Get on the bed, darlin’,” he growled.  “And open your legs for me.”

He didn’t even bother undressing fully, still in his dress shirt and pants.  His huge cock hung from the unzipped crotch, still shiny with my spit, as he pulled my legs apart again.  His eyes were on fire, but his rough hand caressed my cheek gently.

“God, Anna,” he whispered.  “I love you so much.”

I leaned forward, kissing him lightly on the lips.  He eagerly met my kiss with his own, his stubble scratching against my soft cheek.  I pulled away and put a finger on his lips, silencing him for a moment.  I gave him a coy smile.

“Then fuck me like you mean it.”

Something about that drove him crazy, and I felt him pull my legs apart hard again.   Before I could react, I felt his hips slam into mine, his cock entering and filling me up.  I moaned as he pounded into me again and again, and I fell back onto the bed.  Luke wasn’t going to let me interfere with his fucking me. 

He was going to fuck me like he meant it, and he was going to make this a night I would never forget.  I would have thought about how sweet that was, but I couldn’t think of much of anything, not with Luke on top of me, fucking me like an animal.

Luke pounded into me faster.  His thick cock slammed in and out of me as his strong hands pinned my thighs apart against the bed.  He fucked me mercilessly, and I threw my head back, unable to think or speak or do anything besides savor the feel of him taking me.  I could feel it rise up in me, and my thighs began to quiver.  I dug my nails into his back as I began to moan, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave.  My hips bucked against him, and I bit down on his shoulder.  In response, he growled.

“Good, Anna,” he snarled into my ear, kissing it.  “Cum nice and hard for me, darlin’.  I want to hear you scream.”

He didn’t have to ask me twice.

He came a little after me, while I was still trembling from the aftershock.  I heard him yell my name as his hips bucked against mine, and I smiled through my daze.  I watched our chests rise and fall after he rolled over and fell next to me.  My legs were weak and there was a sweet, sore aching between them that made me feel as though we were still connected.

After a while, I rolled over and grinned at him lazily. 

He smiled back, tucking some hair behind me ear and kissing my forehead.

“What were you saying earlier?” I asked as he stroked my cheek.  I shook away the post-coital fog in my head.  “Something about having something important to say to me?”

“Shit!  I nearly forgot.”  He shook his head.  “Jesus, darlin’.  The things you do to me.  You’re so distractingly sexy.”  He kissed my forehead, then leaned over to the floor and snatched up his pants.  I furrowed my brow as I watch him pull something out of the pocket.

I suppose I should have seen it coming, but it was still a shock when he got down on one knee.

“Anna,” he said softly, looking up at me with bright eyes.  The gold of the ring glinted in the moonlight that flooded from our window.  “Will you be mine?”

I couldn’t speak for a moment.  I couldn’t do anything but stare and try to catch my breath.  “This is so sudden,” I said.

He shrugged, that happy-go-lucky Luke shrug that he had perfected.

“I figure now that I have a life, I might as well get started living.  And I want to live with you.  Hell, I’ve already lived all the beginning of my free life with you.  Might as well spend the rest of it with you too, darlin’.”

“God, Luke,” I breathed.  “You already know the answer is yes.”

His eyes lit up and he swooped me into another kiss.  I laughed as he pressed his lips against mine.  He spun me around until we were both dizzy, then dropped us onto the bed together, still holding each other.  He took my hand and slipped the ring on.  He turned it over and over, admiring the way it looked.  I admired it too, I had to admit.

The moon outside our window shone bright moonlight on us as we embraced.  I watched his chest rise and fall in time with mine.  Somehow, it felt right.  Like we always belonged together and this somehow proved it.

I leaned over and kissed his chest.  He glanced down at me and chuckled.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked me.

“Us.”

“What about us?”