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His words strike deep within a fucked-up part in my chest. His voice is rough but his choice of words is softer, almost as if he’s trying to persuade me. Like it matters for him that I let this happen. He didn’t seem to care about the rest, but he wants me to let him fuck me. And that does something to me. Namely, my slowly hardening cock. The fuck? Why would I care about the words of a monster? A literal damn rapist who seems to enjoy debasing me. He keeps thrusting against my hole again and again, and my cock twitches as he rams me against the tree. “I’m dying to be inside you, baby. I’ve never been this goddamn crazy about being inside anyone.” My throat dries, but I whisper, “No.” “Baby, please?” “No, come on me, but d-don’t fuck me. I’ll never forgive you if you fuck me.” He grunts, pushing farther, and I think he’ll just do it. He’ll fuck me against a tree in a forest. But then he releases a shattered breath. “All right, I won’t.” My stomach falls and I refuse to honor the feelin