Loving you Dangerously

Alexis Andromeda only wanted Trigger Lancaster. Nothing else. No one else. She would do anything to get him, to own him, and to make him want her the same way. But Trigger loves her twin sister, Angelica. Luckily for Alexis, it is also an unrequited love, because Angelica has a crush on someone else and only considers Trigger a friend. For years, Alexis had been a shadow in his life, a constant, shameless presence. She chased him across the sprawling campus of Regalmont University, a powerful, possessive force against his relentless pushbacks. Trigger loathed her desperation, her shamelessness, the way she would practically throw herself at him. Yet, a dangerous part of him couldn't deny the forbidden lust that stirred every time she was near. He despised her, yet he couldn't look away. He hated her guts, but his body ached for her. This tension, a suffocating, silent battle, finally snapped one drunken night. She cornered him in a hallway during a college party, the music thumping around them, a dizzying mix of alcohol and raw emotion. He had tried to leave, but her hand on his arm was surprisingly strong. "Please... Look at me... only me... kahit ngayong gabi lang, Trigger... Please let me feel I matter to you... And that you want me also... I need you... Please f**k me... I'm too horny right now..."-Alexis whispered, her voice husky and raw with arousal. She approached Trigger, who was frozen in the doorway, his broad back tense. "You're really impossible, Alexis... You don't know what you're asking for," Trigger said, his voice a low, guttural warning. "I know what I'm asking for right now and that's for you to f**k me hard tonight. Just one night... please," Alexis begged, her hand dropping to the front of her dress, showing him the wetness between her legs. She used her finger to touch herself, then brought the sticky, wet digit to his face. "Smell it, Trigger," she challenged, her eyes dark with need. "Smell my need." Trigger's breath hitched. He sniffed her finger, the scent of her arousal intoxicating and dangerous, before he took her hand and sucked on her fingers. "f**k, you smell and taste so f*****g delicious, Lexi!" he growled, his eyes burning into hers. "Don't you ever back down now. I'll give you what you want, you needy slut!" He swept her into his arms, carrying her to the bed in a rush of unleashed passion. He licked his own finger before using it to rub her c**t, one hand tearing off his boxers. Alexis gasped at the sheer size of his erection, and he rubbed his big, hard c**k against her wet p***y, making her moan. "Ahhhhhh... Trigger... Please sige pa... Gusto ko yan.... " she pleaded, her voice a series of pleas and whimpers. "You like this c**k to ruin your p***y now, huh? Slut, tell me how do you want me to f**k you?" "Harder... Please..." "How much do you want me to f**k you, huh?" "So much... Ahhhh ahhh, please Trigger, I can't take it anymore!" "Please what? Tell me what you want, Lexi?" "Ahhh... Ahhh... I want your c**k inside my pussy... Please..!" That was all he needed. Trigger entered Alexis brutally, shocked by her tightness. "f**k!! You're so tight!" he muttered, pausing only for a moment to adjust before his rhythm quickened. The room was filled with nothing but groans and moans, words no longer necessary. He aggressively scooped up her breasts, mercilessly sucking and licking her erect n*****s, kneading them while his c**k pushed in and out of her p***y. Just as he had warned, he f****d Alexis the entire night in every position he knew.There were no more words, only the sounds of their violent release. They gave in to the moment, not thinking about the aftermath in the morning. The morning brought with it a heavy silence. Alexis awoke first, her body a battlefield of soreness, bruises, and an overwhelming sense of... victory. She looked at Trigger, sleeping soundly beside her, a beautiful, devastating man who had finally, if only for a night, been hers. A wave of possessiveness, so powerful it was almost painful, washed over her. Trigger woke a few moments later, his expression a mask of dawning regret. He sat up, running a hand through his dark hair, his jaw tight. He looked at her not with affection, but with a cold mix of shame and anger. "This never happened," he said, the words cutting through the air like a knife. "Don't you ever talk about this. Not to me, not to anyone. Especially not to Angelica." Alexis's heart, which had been soaring only moments before, plummeted. The victory she felt was an illusion. The night had changed everything for her, but for him, it was just a mistake. A moment of weakness he wanted to forget. She was still just an afterthought, a convenient release. The possessive ache in her chest intensified, morphing into a bitter rage. It was clear that the night had not satisfied her desire for him; it had only ignited a new, more dangerous obsession.