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Ghost struck before morality could get in the way.
His palm clamped over Soap’s mouth, smothering the confused, startled inhale before it could bloom into sound. His other hand seized both wrists and wrenched them up, pinning them easily in one unyielding grip. Soap’s response was immediate and violent - body lurching, muscles flaring, legs tangling in the blankets as instinct fought for escape.
The struggle only fuelled Ghost’s desire.
Soap’s eyes snapped open - wide, glossy, alarmed. Terror surged there, primal and unfiltered, and Ghost felt the immediate effect it had on his cock.
He bore down harder, chest flattening Soap’s trembling back, hips aligning with obscene certainty against Soap’s ass. Soap’s face twisted - not just in fear but in furious disbelief.
Ghost felt the heat of his skin through his hoodie, through the fabric of his own clothes. The tremors. The helpless, terrified burn.
“Christ,” Ghost rasped, voice shredded into something dangerous. “The way you struggle is so fucking hot Johnny.”
Ghost rapes Soap 👍