Of course not

Susan's breath hitched as Adam flipped her onto her stomach, the bunk's thin mattress scraping against her bare skin. His fingers dug into her hips, yanking her back onto him with a wet slap of flesh on flesh. She arched into each thrust, her fingers twisting in the sheets as he drove into her with the same single-minded intensity he'd used on the Zyxian guards—no finesse, just relentless force that made her teeth rattle.

"Harder," she growled, pushing back against him, her thighs trembling. Adam obliged with a sharp snap of his hips that lifted her clean off the mattress. The bedframe shrieked in protest, its bolts groaning like a dying animal. Susan's laugh came out strangled as he pinned her wrists to the small of her back, his pace turning punishing.