Page 32 of Twisted Needs

He walks two fingers across the bar toward my glass, eying the golden scotch.

Stopping things here would be sensible.

Instead, I pick the scotch up and hold it near his mouth, tilting my head down an edge. “You want some?”

Anders nods, his breath catching at the same exact time mine does.

“Open your mouth,” I ordered. The warmth in my voice hits him like a caress. Anders’ eyes flick down to the glass, then back up to me, visibly trying to decide if I’m serious. I tilt it a little higher. “C’mon, sweetheart.”

That does it. He parts his lips.

Jesus fucking Christ.

“Good,” I whisper begrudgingly, feeling my body actively betray me. “Yeah. There we go, angel.”

I tip the glass gingerly, watching his throat work when he swallows. The entire thing feels obscene, especially his mouth on my glass while he looks at me through his dark, lowered lashes.

Anders licks a drop of scotch from his lip. I nearly lose my mind right fucking there.

“You like?” I ask hollowly.

“Yeah, Pet’ka.” His eyes stay fixed on mine. “I really like.”

One more inch. That’s all it would take. One more inch and I’d drag him into the bathroom like a goddamn animal, bend him over the sink, and drive my cock right between his legs.

Every muscle in my body tightens.

Anders slowly steals the glass from my hand and takes another sip on his own accord. This time his mouth deliberately lands exactly where mine was just a moment ago.

My stomach flips violently when he gives me a wicked grin.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I rouse, attempting to reclaim the scotch.

He fakes me out at the last minute, holding the glass away from me.

I stare at him, hyper-vigilant of the pink flush climbing his throat and the way his pupils have blown concerningly wide. And suddenly I know with terrifying certainty that if Luca wasn’t here right now, I wouldn’t even want to stop myself.

“Anders…” It was a weak warning that fell from my lips.

“Petchka,” he murmurs teasingly, bringing the scotch to his lips and taking the smallest sip necessary.

I wrap my hand around the glass, my fingers covering his.

“Anders,” I say again. “Give it back.”

“No.”

“Don’t tell me no.”

He challenges me with his sharp gaze. “Nyet.”

I shake my head at him disdainfully. “You’re at a loose end.”

His mouth pulls into a lazy smirk. “Yas nayu.”

Fuck.

“What the hell am I gonna do with you?” I sigh, letting go and backing away a little.