Page 27 of Morsel

And just like that, my hand is on her throat. I tug, pulling her into the bathtub with me. She flails around as she falls in. I catch her in my arms. She straddles me in the tub.

“Oscar.”

“Didn’t you learn your lesson about mouthing off?”

“I wasn’t-”

I kiss her, and she shuts the fuck up. My lips conquer hers, and the world stops spinning.

13

Dolly

I’ve kissed a lot of people, but I’ve never kissed anyone like Oscar Shadowvale.

He kisses me with his hands on my throat, my breasts, my hips. They’re everywhere all at once, and I am lost to him. If I thought I was getting out of this with my heart unscathed, I was dangerously mistaken.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Destroying you,” he says.

“Why?”

“Because I want to.”

Because I deserve it, I’m sure, but there’s more to it than this.

He likes me.

He likes that I’m bratty and mouthy and troublesome.

He’s getting pleasure from this exchange, just as I am.

I kiss him back, hungry for everything he has to offer me. He doesn’t know just how much I need this, just how much I need him.

“Oscar, I-”

“Stop talking, Dolly.”

This time, I do. I let his body take control of mine, and I straddle him in the tub. Water is everywhere. I’m covered in bubbles. My clothes are heavy and waterlogged, but neither one of us really cares. I cup his face as I kiss him back, and Oscar comes alive beneath me.

There are so few moments in life that feel satisfying, but this does.

He does.

“You’re hard,” I say.

“And you’re wet.”

“From the bubbles.”

“Because you want me.”

“I know.”

He pulls back.

“You know?”

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