Striker’s Claim by Lila Fox
Chapter Twelve
She tied back her hair and walked out of the bathroom.
“What are we going to do?”
He held out his hand. “I’ll show you.”
She took his hand, nodded, and let him lead her down the steps. She felt her face heat when she caught sight of two men fucking a woman. One in her mouth and the other in pussy. She tore her eyes away. She’d better get used to this because it was her life now.
Several men sat around, and they stopped to stare at her, making her feel self-conscious. She wore another of his t-shirts but tied a knot in the front. Her jeans weren’t tight, but they still felt like she showed her curves a bit much, and it was something she tried to hide as much as possible.
Kristina gasped as she walked through a doorway in what she knew to be a kitchen because she saw a refrigerator on one wall, but the place was so messy and gross there was no way she’d make any sort of meal in it. She didn’t want to touch anything in the room.
There were two long counters in an L shape. The double sink was deep and in the middle of one of them. She stood on the other side of the room with a tall table and four stools at it. Every surface was stacked with dishes, papers, and food. Every appliance had grime and fingerprints all over them.
“What happened?” she asked, dismayed.
He snorted. “The guys are messy, and the women are lazy.”
She walked around and was afraid to touch anything because the more she saw, the worse it got. “Is this what you want me to do? Clean?”
“Just the kitchen and maybe our room. I have two girls come in a few times a week to clean.”
“You let people from the outside in here?” she asked.
“Yeah, these two I do. They’re related to one of my guys and grew up in a club, and they know what’s at stake.”
She felt a shiver race down her spine. “Do I cook meals, too?”
“That’s up to you. Can you cook?”
She nodded.
“If you feel like it, but I don’t want you slaving in here. One meal a day is more than they’re getting now.”
She exhaled. Good. She could handle one meal. “I’ll do dinner. But I’ll find things that they can make, like sandwiches and chips.”
“Start a grocery list, and a few of the guys will go.”
She looked at him. “I can’t go?”
“Not right now. There’s a threat out for you, and so I want you to stay where it’s safe.”
“What sort of threat?” She saw a dangerous, cold look appear in his eyes.
“I’m taking care of it.”
Kristina knew from the tone of his voice and the hard look in his eyes that she shouldn’t push him at that moment. “I’ll start on the kitchen and make a list as I go.”
She stepped back when he stalked her way. “Wait,” she said and held her arms out. She gasped when her back hit the refrigerator. He bent forward to be closer to her level and laid his hands by her shoulders.
“Now, I don’t want you working too hard.”
She shivered because of the low, rough tone of his voice and his masculine scent. Molten heat pooled in her panties, and she almost came when he leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “Do you know why?”
Her eyes slid shut, and she hummed, making him laugh.
“Kris, do you want to know why?”
She opened her eyes, licked her lips, and nodded.
“Because I need you to have the energy it’s going to take to appease my appetite for you.”
Her hands rested on his waist.
“You know what that means, baby?”
She nodded. “You’re going to f … fuck me.”
His slow sensual smile alone was enough to push her desire higher. “Oh, but I’m going to do so much more than that.”
“W … what? What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to make you come so many times you won’t be able to move. Would you like that?”
“Uh … um … maybe.” She nodded.
He bent forward again and bit down on her neck just enough to make her feel slight pain before he straightened and took a step back.
She watched him smile in male satisfaction.
“I’ll see you later, babe.”
Her eyes widened. “Wait.”
He turned at the door and raised a brow in question.
“You’re going to leave me like this?”
He grinned. “Yes.”
She narrowed her eyes. “That’s rude.”
She listened as he walked away, laughing hysterically.
When someone cleared their throat, she turned to find one of the sluts. Although fiery blush covered her face, Kristina straightened. “Hi. Do you need anything?”
She shook her head. “I just wondered if I could help you. I’d understand if you don’t want to be around me because I’m a whore, and you’re probably going to be an old lady.”
“What does that mean?”
The girl smiled. “You don’t know what an old lady is?”
“I’m thinking an older woman, but I don’t think that’s right.”
The girl laughed. “No. An old lady is the same as being married.”
“Oh, wow.” She didn’t know what to think about that.
“So, do you want help?”
Kristina was both surprised and pleased. “That would be wonderful.” She looked around. “Where should we start?”
The woman shrugged. “I don’t know very much about the kitchen stuff.”
“What’s your name?” Kristina asked.
“Sally.”
“Mine is Kristina.”
She nodded shyly. “I know. Everyone knows about you and Striker.”
Tension started growing in her gut. “Uh-oh. Are some of them mad?”
“A few of the sweetbutts, but they never had a chance with him anyway.”
“So, you want to learn about the kitchen?” Kristina asked her.
“Yeah. I grew up in the lifestyle, and fucking is all I know. My mom was a sweetbutt, and she never knew which man was my father.”
“Does that make you sad?”
“Not really. It’s all I’ve ever known.”
Kristina felt she’d made a friend already. “I’ll teach you everything I know, and some we’ll learn together.”
“Okay,” Sally said.
She loved the smile that grew across the young woman’s face. “Let’s get started.”
