Page 6 of Hearts Etched in Glass (The Afton Adders #2)

“You’re just lusting after me! You know that right?

An infatuation you will wake up to resent and dismiss one day, when I get old and wrinkly!

Become an inconvenience. When you realize you deserve better!

” My chest rises and falls with each heavy breath.

I look completely exasperated, arms strung outward, still grasping the knife.

My frustration is met with Bobby’s sardonic grin.

“Let me tell you something my love. When I thought they killed you, something died inside me. If it wasn’t for you calling me during my drugged stupor, I would have taken my life.

” The sardonic smile melts from his face as his eyes darken.

“Tilly, for fuck’s sake. I’ve told you since the day I met you I wanted to marry you.

You are the woman for me. The woman. I love you.

I need you . I can’t exist in this universe without you, for you are the gravity keeping me grounded to this God forsaken world.

Your smile. Your laugh. Your light. I take you no matter how you are.

Scars. Anger. Fuck if you lost a leg or eye, I would still want you.

I would be honored to take care of you!”

Pressing my palms into my eye sockets, I sniffle. “You don’t understand how they make me feel. How life makes me feel. I’m so much less than and I’ll never be as brilliant as my brothers. I’m never good enough.”

He chuffs at me, “Darling they don’t matter. For you should only care for how I make you feel, and I love you, fiercely. They do not matter.”

“But—” Bobby moves, cutting me off and crouching next to me, grasping my wrist and pulling the knife towards his inner arm.

“Enough,” he demands. "Cut me."

Fear blooms in my chest as I begin to panic.

His eyes flare with a masochistic intent as his smile widens.

“No!” I shout.

“Come on now, love. If you can’t cut me, then don’t cut yourself.” His tone is teasing, as he outstretches his arm. Lazily, beckoning me to give him the knife.

I place it gracefully into his hand, as he analyzes the tiny drops of blood on it.

Embarrassment heats my cheeks as we stare at one another.

A challenging gleam flashes in his eyes, as he outstretches his tongue and slowly, seductively licks my blood off the blade, his tongue trailing up, as he peers at me with the side of his eye, then gives me a wink.

My core tightens and I feel so mental to find his action arousing versus ghastly.

Then he bends forward on his knees as he takes the tip of the knife and gently places it under my chin.

“Never again darling. Do you understand?” His tone is deadly, but the words caress my skin causing my skin to shiver. The knife is delicately perched under my chin, when he leans in, cheek to cheek.

“I don’t do drugs, and you don’t ever , do that, again. Understand?” The whispered words slide into my ear and cause a flurry of warmth in my lower abdomen.

“Yes,” I mutter as my skin prickles with anticipation.

He sits back on his heels, assessing me. Cocking his stunning face to the side as my breath hitches.

“Naughty, naughty girl, Tilly darling,” he says, removing the blade from my mandible and slowly tracing the dull side, down my torso and to the end of my bunched skirt.

My eyes widen as he uses the knife to hike up the fabric, exposing my undergarments.

Then he takes the flat portion of the knife and gently slaps my core, causing a jolt of pleasure.

“Oh my God,” I whisper.

“Look at how wet you are. You’re completely soaked.” He moves the knife away from my center and takes his middle finger, stroking the outside of my undergarment. My heels dig into the wooden floor, then I watch as Bobby slides my panties to the side, exposing my skin.

Taking the blunt side of the knife, he places it on my clit, moving it back and forth. Each stride causes electricity to dance across my nerves, as warmth spreads across my body. Air catches in my lungs as my breathing picks up.

“Are you alright, darling?” He asks sweetly and I nod breathlessly as he continues caressing my clit with the knife.

A small knock comes from my door as Marcus’s head peeks through. When his gaze follows Bobby’s actions, his eyebrows reach his forehead and his mouth falls open.

“Oh- Oh , I’m interrupting. I’ll go,” Marcus says as Bobby lifts his arm up towards him .

“Marcus, darling stay. Go downstairs and get some whiskey. Then you’re going to sit in that chair and watch. Do it swiftly. Now, be a good boy and follow orders.” Bobby looks up at him, giving a seductive wink, before Marcus retreats to the kitchen.

“Will you agree to that? To Marcus watching? Watching as I do depraved things to you, my beautiful. Naughty. Soaked slut.” Bobby leans in, murmuring softly into my ear, then carefully slaps the side of the blade onto my core.

My body trembles in need as Bobby assesses me with a hungry gaze.

Between his words and his actions and now the prospect of having an audience, I may melt onto the floor.

I feel conflicted from being so, so- well I don’t know what to call this .

“It feels wrong to like it,” I mutter, my eyes searching his. He gives me a halfcocked smile.

“Well, my love, you are so aroused by the idea.” He trails a finger, bringing it up to show my arousal slicking his skin.

“There is nothing wrong with having a kink. I won’t shame you darling and I think you like the idea of knife play and a little exhibitionism.

I also believe you need some extra love and attention.

If you need any approval, you have mine. So, let’s play . ”

“ Fuck .” The word slips out like a gasp.

Marcus returns to the room, with a glass in one hand and the bottle of whiskey in the other. He takes a long draw from the bottle, then sits on the chair next to us. His knees wide, as a single finger taps the tumbler.

“Well, let’s get on with the show, shall we?” Marcus drawls from the corner with a halfcocked smile.

Bobby gives a small chuckle, gently pulling on my calves and instructing me to lay on the floor flat so he may play some more.

He turns me, “Open for me darling. Show Marcus how beautiful you are.” I can’t help but feel exposed and nervous, but I spread my legs for him.

Feeling the heat from Marcus’s gaze in the corner.

“Marcus, did you know that Tilly ordered me to not have intercourse with her, and that I could not touch her for a month? Ghastly, isn’t it?

She discussed that I need to be clean for a month.

So, no sex in order to break my dirty habit, but she never said inanimate objects couldn’t touch her.

” Bobby begins to slice open the front of my shirt, exposing my lace covered chest. He reaches for my brassier, cutting through the small piece of fabric holding together the cups of my bra .

“Safe word if you need, darling. Remember? Poppies.” I nod feverishly, anticipation thrumming in my veins as my clothing falls open. The cool air kisses my skin as my breasts ache to be touched.

“Marcus, our girl was very naughty. You see she was cutting herself when I came in here. For some reason she was thinking her worth really low and that we didn't deserve her. That’s not right, is it?” Bobby places the dull side of the knife on my nipple, tapping the cold blade on the sensitive skin.

“No. Oh, no. That’s not right to have them thoughts Til. You know you’re special to us love. How dare you have those thoughts.” Marcus retorts and I hear him take a gulp.

“This feels wrong,” I whisper to Bobby as I lay on the floor staring back at the ceiling, my body pulsing with need as I feel Bobby’s other hand caressing my inner thigh.

I fling my arm across my eyes and whine.

I can feel two fingers tracing some of my scars tenderly, as he trails higher and higher up my skin.

“We may stop, if you’d like to stop darling,” Bobby says, then turns so his body shields me from Marcus. “Darling if you really do not think you want this and absolutely think this is wrong, we can stop .” His voice carries a serious tone.

I bite my lip and close my eyes tightly to retort, “It’s new and I don’t want you mad, or have recourse or resentment afterwards.”

Bobby leans down to kiss the top of my knee.

“Oh darling, I’d never. You cannot deny that this feels right though?

” I swallow at his words, for this does feel right.

My values may feel confused, for I’ve only ever thought I should love and hold any intimacy with one person.

But this feels like more , this feels so right and so enticing.

Soon my arm is pulled from my eyes and I spy Bobby biting his bottom lip as a finger taps my knee.

“Darling, I’m perfectly fine with this as long as you both agree to this debauchery.” Marcus hums in agreement at Bobby’s statement. “Good, that is settled. But you will watch. Eyes. On. Me. Or Eyes on Marcus.”

His words are so deliberate. Commanding. I can hear Marcus shifting in the seat and spy his shadow dancing across the wall, unbuttoning his shirt.

“I’m just where I want to be.” Marcus’s voice sounds deeper and much more relaxed.

“Tilly? You didn’t answer. Do you still want to play?” Bobby asks in a tantalizing and teasing tone, that deviously claws down my body.

Bobby moves back to position, before he was shielding my body.

“Yes. Yes please.” I beg softly. The pointed tip of the knife slowly slides down my torso, enticing my skin as Bobby leans over me, to gently pinch my nipples. He begins caressing my clit with the blunt edge again, as I try not to move my hips, but my body is seeking more friction.

“ Fuck you both look magnificent,” Marcus’s voice calls from the corner.

Bobby lifts his hand, using one finger to beckon Marcus to come to us. So, he does. His body looks like a fearsome shadow towering over us on the floor.

My body begins to tighten as Bobby’s movements become faster, an orgasm resting on the precipice. I pull my head up to find Marcus and Bobby both watching on either side of me, as my thighs twitch in pleasure. My core probably soaks the floor as my hips try to carefully gyrate for friction .

“You think you can take the handle darling?” Bobby’s voice asks with such care.

“Please, I need more,” I beg. I peer up to see his bright blue eyes shining alongside Marcus’s.

“You like that? You like us watching you writhe in pleasure. Giving you what you need .” Then I feel him slide the handle up and down my center, coating it with my arousal. Shortly after the unfamiliar pressure of the handle eases into my cunt.

“ Fuck ,” I mewl.

“You alright, love?” Marcus asks with such concern as he places one hand on my knee.

Bobby lowers his face to rest his temple, atop Marcus’s hand.

Seeing both their faces in such close proximity and during a lewd act makes me want to climax just from the sight.

Bobby says, “Oh, she is more than fine. I think she finally feels a little freer, now that she knows she is safe with us. She may be her true self. Isn’t that right, darling? ”

“Yes,” I reply breathily as my hands reach for my hair, arching my back with the feel of being filled. It feels so perverted to be doing this, but with Bobby’s guidance, and Marcus’s support, I don’t feel like such a degenerate .

Marcus’s voice chimes in, giving me praise. “You’re taking that handle well, Til. Of all people we will never judge you for what you want, and we will give you anything, however you’d like.”

Bobby lets out a laugh, replying, “If anything darling, you can judge us. Hell, Marcus was my first kiss. I don’t think I ever told you that.”

For some reason my core clenches at the thought of Marcus and Bobby’s mouths colliding. Like two lions viciously embracing.

“You fucking like that, huh? Your pussy is soaking. Jesus, Marcus, look at that.” I can feel Bobby push the handle in faster, my body’s pressure rising. I’m so close to orgasming.

“You like that image? The fact I taught Bobby how to kiss, since we didn’t know what the hell we were doing?

Well shit, love, you’re giving us a show so why don’t we give you one?

” Marcus turns towards Bobby and licks up his neck to his cheek.

The sight sends me over the edge as my nerves detonate.

Pleasure swirls within my mind as black dots dance across my closed eyelids, I moan in wanton.

Then I feel Bobby slowly drawing out the knife handle.

He chuckles, lifting his hand to show a small cut from where he gripped too closely to the edge.

“Oh no, let me get some gauze,” I say, but before I may move, Marcus’s hand splays over my pelvis, keeping me stationed. Then he grasps Bobby’s wrist and licks off the blood.

“ Gods .” I stare in awe as Bobby’s eyes darken and he plasters a sinister smile on his face. “That was something else.” He raises an eyebrow at Marcus, giving his sardonic smile, palming his groin with his other hand.

Marcus sits back on his haunches, his hand caressing my lower abdomen. “Why don’t I take care of that for you?” he offers to Bobby, as Bobby looks at me with a questioning gaze.

I sit up on my elbows and look between both men.

“Give me a good show, boys.” As I gesture between them with one finger, Marcus kneels before Bobby, unbuckling his pants feverishly.

“Fuck, look at you reaching for my cock like a needy bastard,” Bobby says, wiping some sweat off his brow. Then his head tilts back in pleasure as Marcus seals his lips over Bobby’s dick. He claws both hands onto Bobby’s thighs and I see him shiver with pleasure .

Marcus’s head, moves up and down his shaft several times, hollowing out his cheeks, sucking Bobby off. When he removes himself, Marcus gasps for air, but continues his administrations by licking and sucking on Bobby’s balls.

“What the fuck is that? Shit that feels fucking amazing.” Then Marcus cups Bobby’s sack in one hand and wraps his hand around the shaft, returning his mouth to suck and lick on the tip of Bobby’s cock.

With rhythmic motion, he works Bobby, taking him deeper and deeper.

After he bestows more and more pleasure onto Bobby, his muscles tense as he whispers down at Marcus, “I’m going to come.

” Marcus works Bobby faster, as his face scrunches and his shoulders tense.

I’m guessing Marcus feels Bobby coming, because one hand reaches back to grasp Bobby’s thigh, drawing him closer as Bobby orgasms down Marcus’s throat.

Then the boys peer back at me with wide grins, sinful expressions across their handsome faces.

“What the hell did I do to deserve you two?” I chuckle out loud. As they both lift me from the floor.