“You’ve heard the rumors about me,” Baikal said. “Everyone has.”
That he was a devil disguised as an angel, more twisted than his father and twice as cruel when he wanted to be. They said he was deranged. They talked about his Shout ability and what it could be, how he might use it without any of them knowing. Those who had seen called him a monster, a beautiful psycho with malicious tendencies.
Baikal wasn’t a psychopath though. He just wasn’t afraid to do whatever it took to get what he wanted, and no one was safe from that fact, not even his tiny obsession.
“None of them say you’re a rapist!” Rabbit exclaimed, unaware of the dark turn of his thoughts.
“Because I’m not.”
“So…” he swallowed, his throat bobbing in a seductive way that almost had Baikal groaning, “You won’t force me? You’ll take no for an answer?”
“I won’t force you,” he confirmed. “But I won’t be taking no. That’s unacceptable. You’ll bow, Rabbit. Or you’ll break until you do. The only real question is whether or not you drag your mother down with you on your descent into hell.”
Baikal shifted focus. “I bet she’ll get even harder on you once her own career is over and she has nothing else to do with her time. There also won’t be any more trips around the galaxy, meaning she’ll be home twenty-four –seven, just the two of you in that big house alone together.”
Rabbit’s eyes went wide. “No.”
That caught his attention and he paused. There was something there, something a lot like the fear he’d been displaying earlier, only more raw. Rabbit was afraid of that idea for some reason.
Baikal shelved that information to dig into later. If something was scaring his tiny obsession, something other than him, of course, he’d deal with it. No one got to touch Rabbit and live. Not even the guy’s mother.
For the sake of getting what he wanted, however, he was going to have to be the asshole Rabbit had accused him of being and press the issue for his gain. He felt a little bad about it, but not enough to change his mind.
Baikal hadn’t been raised to put the emotional well-being of others before his own personal wants and needs. Rabbit may be special to him, more so than anyone else could claim to be or have been, but that wouldn’t change who Baikal was at his core.
A Devil Prince.
One soon to be king.
“She might even work these fingers to the bone.” Baikal took Rabbit’s left hand, idly playing with those long, pale fingers. “You’ll be the family cash cow. Which means you’ll never get to quit playing, no matter how badly you want to.”
That last part wouldn’t be too bad, since that’s what Kal ultimately wanted as well, but not if it meant losing his tiny obsession in the process.
Rabbit gave him another doe-eyed look, one that had Baikal’s dick jerking to life in his tight black jeans. He’d seen many expressions painted across the musician’s face in the time he’d been following him, most of them some variation of haughty or lonely, but this one…
Baikal licked his lips, suddenly famished.
They needed to speed this whole thing up before he lost his cool and pounced for real.
“I want to fuck you,” he stated plainly. “But more than that, I want you to want it.”
He prepared himself for more pushback, certain Rabbit would throw that admission in his face. His relationship with his mom must be seriously bad, however, because that’s not what happened.
Rabbit hesitated. “And then…you’ll delete the video?”
Baikal snorted. “You said you aren’t a whore. Is it always this easy to get you into bed, Rabbit?” He pinned that hand he was still holding by the wrist high above Rabbit’s head, watching that fire spark back to life in his rainstorm-gray eyes. He seemed to react whenever Baikal overpowered him, but those reactions flip-flopped between fear and anger.
No matter which, though, there was a very obvious thread of intrigue underneath it all, something Rabbit was clearly trying to hide.
Baikal saw it though. This wasn’t as one-sided as the other man wanted him to believe. If nothing else, Rabbit was attracted to him. Scared and confused as well, sure. But he just needed reassurance for those emotions to be quelled.
He wanted his tiny obsession to kneel for him.
He didn’t want him afraid in the process.
His long-term goals wouldn’t fare well if that ended up happening.
“If you truly thought I was easy,” Rabbit asserted, “you wouldn’t have gone through all of this trouble.”
