Free Ripped (Killer Lips Book 2) by Molly Molloy Page A

kissed me like I'd never been kissed.”
    Mark nods.
    “Hmm, death by tabarro,” Josh sneers, almost petulant. “How sweet. Because he's too scared to go get a woman by himself.”
    “I've got too many secrets to keep from a woman,” Mark says, beaming apology, deep apology, direct to me.
    “Nah, you're an old pussy who kisses women behind a cloak and mask like a comic book creep.”
    I try to let him know that I don't mind his secrets. They're all out now and I still love him despite this nightmare.
    “I caught her. Who talked to her and found her hotel? It was because of me we went out and snared her before she bolted.”
    “You guys kidnapped me?” I whisper. “Why?”
    Now I'm really confused. They're battling over top of my stretched out trembling nakedness like two siblings at the billionaires deathbed for their inheritance. Mark had kissed me. Then Josh had almost jumped me in the dark calli . But why had they come to seize me?
    “Because you're beautiful.”
    “Soft and innocent and kind.”
    “Sweet and welcoming to a man.”
    “You have no idea which makes it all the more enticing.”
    I've always found it fascinating how they often talk as one person. As though they aren't quite sure when the one ends and the other begins. Now they're going to have to open up a little so that another can merge with them.
    “Josh and I separated during carnival and we both happened to come across the same women at different times and fall for her without knowing the other had done the same.”
    Mark curls his huge fingers around my two smallest ones under the table where they’re locked and gives a squeeze of encouragement. I have never felt more livid with desire for him, to be safe in his arms and take him all the way deep inside me. “When Josh goes out hunting, I try to go along because on occasion I can influence a different outcome.”
    “How many such occasions have there been?” I ask, my voice shaky.
    “We had a deal. You have to take care of me. And now she knows about us.”
    “She won't tell.”
    “No I'll never tell, I promise.”
    All along, Mark was the mystery seducer who brought me back to life.
“They always promise, Marco, you know how they lie.”
    “But I was right about this one, she can be trusted. She's one with us.”
    “Yes, yes I am.” My breath is less jagged now.
    The urgent need to come dissipated when Mark came in the chamber and I was suffused with a strange warmth. A desire spreading right through to the edges of my skin from Josh's fingers languidly swirling in my pussy still and my eyes fixed at the same time on Mark's rugged gorgeous face.
    He was the man who claimed my mouth with his tongue. I should have known. Why hadn't I recognized him?
    “But she knows everything,” Josh says. “I told her you're not my father.”
    “She already figured that out when the police came back here with the DNA report.”
    “What DNA report?” Josh's eyes stretch wide with excitement. Rather that fear of arrest, he looks enthralled with the thrill of the chase.
    “They took a glass and ran tests for a match to the fabric shreds under the fingernails of the girl you took at carnival,” Mark says wearily.
    Josh laughs, extreme pleasure at how they've outwitted the carabinieri .
    “Didn't Josh leave after I met you at carnival and go back to London?”
    “Josh rarely goes back to London. He goes to our Father on an island in the lagoon.”
    “Is that why the comandante asked where your father was,” I say still fighting to make this all fit together. The two men lock eyes and something passes between them. Something they silently agree to keep from me.
    “You have to be more careful now,” I add. And they both stare at me for an impossibly long time.
    They're so surprised by my collusion, they've completely forgotten I'm tied up and stark naked, spread wide under their control.
    I'm a little surprised myself but I don't want anything ugly to happen to Josh any more than Mark