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

“I don’t think so,” Rob spat, seizing Eli’s wrists in both hands and squeezing. He steered Eli with them into the side of the bed, and then down onto it, eyes nearly feral with unleashed rage. “How about I work out my anger first, yeah? You’ve pissed me the fuck off, so maybe you ought to be the one to calm me down?”


“That’s what I’m here for,” Eli spat, but Rob’s weight was pressing him irreversibly down into the sheets. Eli squirmed a hand free, groping for the sideboard, but Rob had bracketed Eli’s chest with his knees, and there was no getting out.


“So what’s my fucking stress-relief?” Rob sneered. “Tell you what, Eli, how about I hold you down and fuck you stupid and remind you just who the one is in this relationship who isn’t living at home with his nice copper mummy and daddy and fucking a bit of rough because the excitement gets him off?”


“How fucking dare you, you son of a bitch!”


Chapter 73