Free Savage: a Fighter Erotic Romance Novella by Christine Elliott Page A

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