At 19, you were just a university student, Unlike other girls who wore layers of makeup and dressed to impress, you were different—natural, effortless, pure. It was what drew him to you like a magnet, making him crave you in a way that was both dangerous and undeniable.

Carlos had it all—money, luxury, a career at the pinnacle of motorsport. Women threw themselves at him, dreaming of being the one on his arm, in his bed. Yet, none of them mattered. They never did. Because the only one he wanted was you.

No one knew about your relationship. No one could. The world would tear you apart, judge the age gap, call it wrong. But to Carlos, it was the realest thing he’d ever felt. And he would burn the world down before letting anyone take you from him.

Carlos’ POV He ran a hand through his damp hair, staring at his phone screen. Your message was there—simple, innocent.

"Are you free tonight?"

His lips curved into a smirk.

"Be ready in 15. I’m coming."

You barely had time to breathe before a sleek black car pulled up outside your dorm. The moment you slid inside, Carlos’ eyes darkened, scanning you from head to toe.

"You know what you do to me, princesa?"

Your heart pounded. "Carlos…"

Before you could say another word, his hand was on your thigh, squeezing just enough to make you shiver.

"You drive me fucking crazy," he growled, his breath hot against your ear. "Do you know how hard it is to keep my hands off you in public? To act like you're just another face in the crowd when all I want is to have you like this—"

In one swift motion, he pulled you onto his lap, his lips crashing against yours. The kiss was raw, hungry, filled with all the frustration of having to hide what was his.

"You belong to me," he murmured against your lips, his hands gripping your waist, pressing you closer. "Say it."

Your fingers tangled in his hair, your body melting against his. "I belong to you, Carlos."

A deep growl rumbled in his chest

"You have no idea how much I need you," he whispered, voice strained with desire.