No one had ever been this gentle with him before either, caressing his skin almost lovingly—
Rabbit’s eyes popped open when he realized he’d been lightly rocking his hips against Baikal’s thigh, his dick achy and full all of a sudden.
“Were you listening to me?” Baikal asked in a silky voice. “Or were you too busy getting aroused by my touch?”
“Shut up.” Rabbit’s cheeks flamed in embarrassment.
“Not until you confirm you understand.”
He frowned. “Understand what?”
Baikal sighed in exasperation. “Who you belong to, Rabbit Trace. The time for games has come to an end. I let you have your fun, your resistance, but you’ve lost and from here on out we do things my way.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” He meant for it to come out accusatory, but instead, he sounded weak and afraid all over again. When he pressed his palms to the mattress and tried to lift himself, however, Baikal held him down a second time and drove those two fingers in as deep as they would go.
His dick, which had been softening at the burst of fear he’d felt, hardened anew.
“You promised you’d delete the video if I had sex with you,” he reminded, the desperation impossible to ignore. The only problem was he couldn’t tell if he was desperate for Void to agree, or for something else.
Something he shouldn’t want.
“That was your misunderstanding,” Baikal said. “I merely chose not to correct you. Try to remember the actual deal, little bunny. I never told you I would be satisfied with one fuck.”
“It wasn’t once!” He hissed when Void grabbed a fistful of his ass in warning after his outburst, those perfectly manicured nails digging into tender flesh.
“I didn’t barter for one night with you,” Baikal reiterated, and the darkness wafting off of him, filling the air with a cloying tension, was hard to miss. He was getting annoyed for real, and the only person who’d suffer from him being in a poor mood was Rabbit.
Even knowing that, however, he couldn’t bring himself to back down.
“This isn’t fair,” Rabbit argued. “I gave you what you want. I did it!”
“Did what?” He leaned over him, bringing his mouth closer to his ear. “Spread those milky thighs and let me come inside this tight hole?” He wiggled his fingers, causing Rabbit to gasp. “Iforced your legs apart,” he reminded. “Idrove my cock into your body despite your pleas for me not to, and when you begged me to stop,Iemptied my load deep inside of you,” he shoved those fingers in, pushing them as far as they would go, “again, and again, and again.”
Rabbit inhaled sharply and realized he was sobbing, his face buried against the comforter as he barely resisted the urge to hump against Baikal’s thigh. Despite the possessive and messed up words, he was hot all over and those fingers which he’d rejected before now weren’t nearly enough to satisfy the hunger he felt in his lower region.
That’s all it’d taken. A mild finger fucking and a little dirty talk and now he was turning to putty in the Brumal Prince’s hands.
Pathetic.
“I don’t want this,” he said, hiccupping through the statement, which he wasn’t entirely certain hadn’t been meant more for himself than the man wrapped around him, pulling his strings like he really was a fine-tuned instrument and Baikal knew all the right places to pluck.
“Yet you dare claim you gave me what I want?” Baikal spanked him lightly once.
“If I did?” Rabbit asked, tipping his face enough to stare at the other man over his shoulder. He knew Void could feel the hot length of him pressing against his thigh. He was aware Rabbit was hard, so there was no point in trying to deny that fact. “If I did what you wanted and begged you for it right now?” He took a deep breath, trying and failing to steady his racing heart. “What would happen after?”
“Are you asking or calling my bluff?” Baikal quirked a dark brow.
“I don’t want to misunderstand again.” He couldn’t afford to was more like. Void and the things he made him feel were going to be the death of him with the way things were going.
The guy had all but admitted he’d forced himself on him last night, and yet here Rabbit was, in such a heightened state of arousal it was a wonder he hadn’t come all over Void’s lap from the tiny bit of friction the rough texture of his jean-clad thigh provided.
“All right, little bunny, let me spell it out for you.” Baikal lifted him up and then shoved him onto his back on the bed. He forced himself between his thighs and captured his jaw, tipping his head back against the mattress to force his gaze to lock onto his own. “That night at the theater, the deal was you become mine and I delete the video. I never once stated I’d be satisfied with fucking you one time. That was your mistake.”
“So I what?” Rabbit somehow managed to glare defiantly up at him despite the compromised position, or the way his dick bumped up against Void’s lower abs. “I’m just supposed to wait for you to get sick of me and not want me anymore? Is that it? I’m yours and you keep the video, and when I’m no longer yoursthat’swhen you’ll finally delete it?”
“Tiny obsession,” he ran his hand through his hair, “I don’t know why you’re finding this so hard to grasp.”
“Maybe because you’re a depraved—”
