Free Ripped (Killer Lips Book 2) by Molly Molloy

where his father is playing some new trick on both of us.
    When he comes to a decision, I recall that Josh claimed he and Mark were in fact brothers. I lost that piece of information in the disbelief of fear gushing through me. He pads silently across the room to turn the huge old key then leaps back as though expecting an army of special forces to bust in.
    The door screeches open, slamming on the wall and Mark's presence fills the room, his eyes dragging from Josh to me and back again. His confusion is livid as though he's unsure of how complicit I am in this. How far Josh and I have gone in cuckolding him. These guys have bigger trust issues that I do. I silently beg him to rescue me from this.
    “Are you okay baby,” he asks. “Did he hurt you?”
    My head shivers in the tiniest shake of a negative. Not yet.
    “She came looking for me,” Josh says triumphantly.
    “Josh, let her go,” he says. “This one is not for you.”
    “Me. She wants me.”
    Mark's eyes scour mine face for the truth. I communicate only wordless terror. He knows I want only him. I'd do anything for him. Anything at all to keep him safe and with me.
    “She was looking for me,” he tells Josh.
    “You were supposed to black out together.” Josh has been drugging me?
    “When did you start drugging me too?” Mark growls. “You don't think I drank from the decanter?”
    “You don't think I only use the decanter? Josh repeats in a snarky imitation of his father.
    Neither of them know that I drank from the decanter in the reception room before going to the dining room and finding Mark. Like I do every night. Holy fuck, they've been drugging me every night since I got here, that's why I sleep all day.
    “Signora B is so very happy to have me help her in the kitchen,” Josh announces. “She says I'm an angel man.”
    “You drugged the tiramisu,” Mark says with an ironic laugh.
    “How come you didn't feed it to each other in that sickening way you think is so sexy?”
    How long has he been stalking us, watching and waiting for his chance?
    “Riley, I should never have left you on the sofa while I went to get an antidote. I don't know why I didn't lock you safe in your room.”
    “Like you locked me down here,” Josh shrieks over top of me, livid with rage. “You think you can keep me caged in a dungeon like a fucking rat? Now you understand I can come out whenever I want. I can take your princess when you're gone.”
    So Mark's been locking me in my room to keep me safe from Josh's needs. Not because he's gone to be with another woman. Not because I don't satisfy him. Because I do. I'm more than enough for Mark.
    “He can't look after you, Rye, not like I can.”
    “It's for your own safety.” Poor Mark is so terribly weary. I wish I could hold him and make him strong again.
    “My safety, my safety? You need to worry about your own safety because when Rye and I leave the polizia will come for you.”
    “You're leaving? Where do you think you're going with Riley?”
    “To Dad. Dad will take us in and keep us safe.”
    “Not this time. The carabinieri are too close this time.”
    This time?
    “The Comandante is asking for the whereabouts of our father. They know. They just cna't prove it. Yet.”
    “They'll never catch us. Dad will make very sure of it,” Josh says smugly.
    The image rising of their father is more malevolent than anything I've gone through.
    “You don't really want dad to get her do you?” Mark stares his brother full in the face with that eye war thing in full swing.
    “I found her first,” Josh whines.
    “That's not true, remember?”
    “It is so true. Just because you grabbed her lost innocence out of the filthy crowd of carnival and kissed her under your Batman cape. So romantic. Spew. BFD. That doesn't mean you found her or that she's yours.”
    “That was you?” I whisper. Looking up at Mark from my splayed position on the bondage table. “You were the man who wrapped me into his huge cloak and