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

“Hands on the headboard. And brace yourself.”


Eli groaned, spread his legs, and pushed his arse up against Rob’s cock as even he obeyed, winding his fingers around the bars and squeezing like he wanted to squeeze around Rob.


“Please,” he begged, completely lost, “please, please, please—”


The slickness and the heat was easier; the thrust was hard, but not so brutal. A lightning bolt struck his hips when Rob’s cock drove Eli into his waiting hand, a rough rhythm set up flawlessly again, faster than before and completely centred on wet skin, heavy heat, on Rob—


Eli came so hard, shuddering and shaking, his voice wavering on a cry that was so high it was nearly another scream.


Rob grunted and stilled early for a brief second, his hand rough and jerking Eli through the storm rough and fucking perfect, his breath deep snarls in Eli’s ear, and, and…Then, when Eli was weak and dizzy with it, his fingers flexing uselessly and his breath catching and loose in helpless lungs—


Chapter 57