Eli Bell is the only son of a police chief inspector and a forensic scientist. He's grown up wonky in a world that only deals with the straight and narrow -- and his new boyfriend isn't helping. Rob Hawkes is six feet of muscle, tattoos, and arrest warrants. A career criminal and a former guest of Her Majesty's Prison Service, he'd rather hit Eli's parents than sit down to dinner with them. One wrong move, and Rob could destroy Eli -- and his family -- without a second thought. But this isn't what it looks like. Rob's not in control here -- and Eli's the one to blame.

What It Looks Like

The first touch of Rob’s hand, slick and warm, was familiar. Eli rolled his hips up into it and spread his knees wider, closing his eyes to focus on the sensation. Rob’s fingers were rough and callused; his nails were shorn right down, and yet the cool backs of them as he breached Eli was a delicious edge of wariness layered over the hot feeling of being prised open and laid out ready.


And for this, Eli was always ready—to feel Rob buried inside of him, so big it almost hurt and so powerful it was as paralysing as being choked by the neck. He loved both that submission, in being a warm sheath for Rob’s dick, and that dominance in having control over Rob’s pleasure in how the man moved, clenched, relaxed, or even merely breathed. This was control, even if he was the one taking it, and Eli loved it.


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