Page 250 of Double Daddies
“Avery—” Allan called out.
“Not now, Allan.” She could feel her control slipping, the almost immature anger rising up to take over and spew forthover anyone who got in her way. It wasn’t the first time she’d felt the urge to throw things and scream, but this was the first time it had ever hit her so strongly.
Storming into her small slice of sanctuary, she wasnotimpressed to find a tall, dark drink of water leaning his tight ass against her spotless countertop, munching on the remnants of a peanut butter cookie.
Was she supposed to just give and give and give while the men in her life took and took and took without permission? Did she not have the right to privacy in her own space, to not have people helping themselves to her things?
Beyond furious, which the logical side of her brain registered as ridiculous because shelikedit when others appreciated her gift, Avery marched straight up to Clay and smacked the last fragment of cookie from his hand.
At least, that’s what she intended.
The sting of her fingers lashing over the back of his hand, his quick hiss of pain and consequent darkening of his eyes warned her she might have just overstepped her bounds.
Preservation instincts kicking in swiftly, she whirled, intending to make a hasty exit and hide until the anger and frustration bubbling in her veins dissipated, but a huge hand clamped on the back of her neck, long fingers curling around the side.
“Calm down.”
Maybe it was the order, maybe it was howcalmlyit was given, but his voice popped the lid on her alter ego’s prison like a jack-in-the-box, unleashing a temper tantrum unlike anything she’d ever suppressed in the past.
Heart hammering, snarling like a feral kitten trapped in a corner, Avery spun and broke his hold, slamming her hands against his broad chest. Christ, how many muscles did he have under that black silk shirt? “Don’t tell me what to do!”
Clay’s eyes were rapidly growing darker and more foreboding. Her shove hadn’t shifted him an inch, but he was controlling his temper a lot more efficiently than she was handling her own. “Take a breath, Avery. Take a deep, slow breath and consider your actions here. Didn’t I warn you about letting your Little out to play before this happened?”
Her scream of frustration was high and shrill. “I am not a fucking Little!”
If she was smart, she’d shut her mouth. If she was wise, she’d heed the darkness in his eyes. If she had any desire to save herself, she’d walk away from the situation before it escalated.
Unfortunately, in this moment, she was none of those things.
She felt like a tumbleweed blowing around in the desert, gathering emotions around a core of confusion and denial.
“Strike two,” he rumbled ominously. “Don’t go for a third, Avery.”
As though taking it as an invitation, her foot connected with his shin.
“Three strikes and you’re out.” Clay stepped forward and to the side, hooking an arm around her waist and hauling her off her feet. Ignoring her curses and thrashing, he used his other arm to clear a section of her counter, then dumped her unceremoniously over it, face down. “I read your paperwork. Did you read it before signing it?”
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.
“I’ll take that stream of profanity as ano, sweetling. You might want to have a word with your Little and explain that she probably shouldn’t vocalize your thoughts.” Pressing his hand between her shoulder blades, he pinned her effortlessly. “Assaulting members of staff falls under the code of misconduct in the club rules, Avery. Cursing me out falls undermycode of misconduct. The papers you signed give you two options here.”
Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.
“I can take you to Eli and let him deal with this mess, or I can handle it myself.”
That gave her a hitch in the belly. Elias was a decent guy by all accounts, but she doubted the sadist in him would appreciate her behavior… or maybe he’d appreciate it too much. Add in the fact he was a Daddy himself… she wouldn’t have a leg to stand on.
The Daddy Doms around here had their own set of rules.
Infuriated she’d backed herself into a corner, Avery bucked and kicked.
“Me or Eli. What’s it gonna be?”
Stupid,stupidalter-ego. As soon as this was over, she was taking the irrational, immature, irresponsible part of her and forcing it into the deepest hole she could find in her brain before filling it with mental cement, never to see the light of day again.
“Make the choice, Avery. Now.”
“You,” she spat.
