Not really

"Oh fuck!" he says "you are still so tight! Good quality for a slut" he fucks you for the fourth time this night.

"Are you getting tired?" you tease him "you are barely moving. Should I call the doctor?"

You'll be sore tomorrow, you are certain of that, but you don't think about it right now. You have to admit that although he proved to be an asshole (although not a complete asshole, he saved you from **** after all), he is pretty good in bed. Well, maybe a little better than just good.

When this time you two are done, you are both exhausted. He doesn't even try to kick you out, you two just fall asleep. When you wake up, he's lying on top of you and is snoring.

"Hey" you try to push him off up but to no avail. Well, his muscles are...impressive. But right now, you want to free yourself "wake up, asshole" you punch him in the chest.

Finally he moves "oh you are still here? I rarely let whores spend the night."

"I am still here, because you wanted to be so close to my magnificent body that you didn't want to let me go!"

"Well, your body is definitely worth more than the rest of you, that's for sure."

"Asshole" you spat on him "I never want to see you again."

It shouldn't be surprising, he humiliated you, he tricked you and talked down to you. Also because of him you feel awfully sore. But you know that it's a lie. And you suspect that he also knows that.