“The talk is well deserved,” Baikal told him appreciatively. “You’re gorgeous. Entirely to my taste.”
“Well, you’re not to mine.” Rabbit’s fists tightened at his sides, and Baikal noticed.
“Careful, little bunny. Wouldn’t want this video getting out into the world now would we?”
“You’re so certain I’ll do what you say for my mother’s sake?” Rabbit shook his head slightly. “That woman has made my life a living hell for years. Why would I care what happens to her?”
“So, what you’re trying to say is all you have to do is screw your mom over to be free, is that it?” Baikal propped his hip against the couch and crossed his arms, feigning an indifference he wasn’t feeling. If this plan didn’t work, he was confident enough that he could come up with something else, but he was growing impatient, and he really didn’t want to wait another night before he could finally get his hands on the object of his obsession.
He wanted Rabbit. And he wanted him that night.
“Is she why you don’t like performing anymore?” He knew he’d hit the nail on the head when Rabbit tensed all over again. “Is it the pressure? She asks too much of you so you panic on stage thinking you’ll make a mistake?”
“This where you try to make a connection by saying we have that in common and your dad does the same thing to you?” he sneered.
“No,” Baikal said. “My old man is great. Taught me all the important things and let me loose on the world to make use of his teachings. He doesn’t hover. I didn’t think your mom did either considering she’s never around.”
A hint of suspicion entered Rabbit’s eyes. “How do you know that?”
“Easy enough to search her concert schedule,” he lied. He didn’t think the other man was ready to hear about how Baikal had been keeping secret tabs on him. Best to keep that a secret for a while longer. “I did my homework in order to corner you, obviously.”
“You did all of that just because…?”
In response, Baikal switched the video back to the porn he’d selected earlier. It picked up right where it’d left off, with the larger man—whoever had created this particular movie hadn’t bothered giving the characters names—shoving the smaller one’s face into a pillow and his cock into his hole.
He stretched out his arm and pointed directly at the screen. “I want that.”
Rabbit blinked at him. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I am.”
“No.” His cheeks stained pink in an adorable show of shyness Baikal hadn’t expected. When the men in the video moaned, the color bloomed even brighter. “Find someone else.”
“You really have to stop saying that,” he chided. “It’s starting to piss me off.”
“I’ll tell everyone the video is fake.” Rabbit was grasping at straws and they both knew it.
“It’ll be easy enough to prove once the police look into it. But, then again, you said you didn’t care, right? Screw your mom.” Would he? Baikal had assumed because Rabbit was still pushing himself to get on stage that he was doing it out of love for his mother, but…Had he misinterpreted things?
“I won’t do it,” Rabbit finally said, though he’d gotten nervous again at the mention of getting the police involved. “I’m not a whore.”
He started across the room, clearly intent on leaving even after all of this, and Baikal ground his teeth and went after him. Rabbit let out a startled sound when he was twirled around and slammed back against the closed door, his hands finding purchase on Baikal’s shoulders.
“What was that about not being scared?” Baikal taunted, noting the fear in the other man’s eyes.
“I said no.”
“Admittedly, this was a gamble that could have gone either way.”
“Then back off.”
“I meant either way for me,” Baikal corrected. “Not for you. Tonight I make you mine, it’s just a matter of how violent things have to progress before we get there.”
“You wouldn’t,” his voice was meek now, and Baikal almost regretted frightening him to this extent.
Almost.
The reality of the situation was, he needed to get Rabbit to agree, and if he had to do that by upping the ante…So be it. It was perfect timing really, because things back home had started getting worse and the only thing that had been getting him through it was Rabbit and his music. Baikal refused to let either slip through his fingers.
