Page 42 of Tainted Truth

“Ugh!” Next, I gather the multiple remotes and hurl them across the room. Rio and Zane dodge again.

Why do men think they know what’s best? Is it every man, or just the ones I encounter? What is it about controlling me that’s so appealing?

Coasters, game controllers, vases, and picture frames make their way into my hands, and I chuck them at the men who are swerving and diving to get out of the path of the inanimate objects. As I launch each item, I continue to let out the truths no one has ever heard.

“He raped me! Is that what you wanted to hear? Anthony raped me while his piece of shit best friend held me down! Pierce laughed the whole fucking time!”

With nothing else to throw, I squat and grip the end of the wooden coffee table. When I push up with my legs, I raise the side I’m holding and shove it forward, sending the flipped table in their direction.

“I shouldn’t have to explain that to you! I don’t owe you that story!”

The only thing left is a standing lamp in the corner. I grab it with both hands and rip the cord from the wall, then I stalk towards the large TV mounted on the wall and raise the lamp like a bat.

“I’m!”

THUD!

“Tired!”

WHACK!

“Of!”

BANG!

“Controlling!”

SLAM!

“MEN!”

CRASH!

The TV is smashed to bits, and I drop the lamp, but my pounding heartbeat still doesn’t settle. Glass and plastic litter the carpet around me. I turn to Rio and Zane, who are behind the couch, still wearing those fucking sexy smirks.

Great. Now I’m angry and needy. How is it possible to feel both?

Their smiles turn feral and Rio taunts. “Come and get us, Mama.”

CHAPTER 17

SPENCER

The cry that releases from my throat embodies every moment that I conceded. Every time I did as someone else wanted, and every time I put someone else’s needs and desires above my own. All my anger at those who pushed me around, all the anger I have with myself, is finally released from its suppression.

I launch myself toward the men who I both want and despise at the moment. I use the back of the couch to jump to Rio who is standing right there. My legs wrap around Rio’s head as I whip my weight around and take us to the floor. We land with Rio on his back and my knees on either side of his head.

Rio stares up at the apex of my thighs. “Shit, Baby, if you wanted my face buried between your thighs, all you had to do was ask.”

My right fist aims for his head, but a strong ivory hand wraps around my wrist. “Now, now, this is no way to treat your boyfriends.”

The feel of his hand on my skin makes my panties uncomfortably wet.

Not. Now.

“Fuck off!” I grab Zane’s wrist with my free hand and twist it to an uncomfortable angle, then roll, bringing him to the ground as well.

We all scramble to our feet and face each other. This time I run for Zane and aim a few blows at this torso. He dodges and blocks each punch. When he strikes, he aims to grab my wrists. I move out of his range, and my back runs into another body.

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