CRAVE - CF WHITE - TAPA BLANDA INGLES

Razor
I control the drugs in East London for a man with a soul darker than the devil’s. Violence kept me breathing. Loyalty kept my sister and her baby fed. Control was the only thing I’d ever owned.

Then he walked into my world and tore it apart.

Tristan Hale-Fitzroy.

Rich. Beautiful. Irresistible. A bloke who should’ve run when he saw me coming. Instead, he stood his ground with lies on his lips and defiance in his eyes. And I was hooked on something far stronger than anything I’d ever peddled on the streets.

I knew he didn’t belong.
I knew he’d ruin me.

I let him anyway.

Tristan
I was born into privilege and raised inside suffocating expectation. Performing perfection on demand kept me obedient. My status kept me in lavish luxury. Until betrayal showed me the truth—I had everything except control.

So I went looking for something real and found him.

Razor Slade.

Rough. Raw. Untouchable. A man carved hard by the streets. He thought I was simply another transaction in his violent world. I let him believe it, because the truth was far more dangerous.

He wasn’t my escape.
He was my addiction.

I was desperate for another taste.