A Smile as Sweet as Poison by Helena Maeve

an early meeting.”
    “Mm, and I gotta get to my shift,” Hazel agreed. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t be nice to you first…”
    She spared a brief thought for his hands tightening in her hair as she sank down to her knees, but Dylan’s control was unshaken. He let out a long, creative, compound slur as she lowered his zipper and hooked her fingers in the waistband of his boxers. Dylan’s cock sprang out, already half-hard.
    “Wait, let me get a condom—”
    “Do you have to?” Hazel groaned. “I’m sick of sucking latex.”
    Dylan hesitated. “Ward won’t like it.”
    It was the late hour. It was the acute sense that this was all too temporary—that once Dylan found out what she’d asked Ward to do for her and why, he would end things for good. It was a hundred bad reasons—most of them just convenient excuses—that prompted Hazel to wheedle and cajole. “Well… Ward doesn’t need to know, does he?”
    She accompanied the question with the slide of her fist down his shaft.
    Dylan let out a shaky sigh. “Go on. Before I change my mind.”
    Hazel gladly complied, working her hand down Dylan’s length as she sucked the tip into her mouth. She couldn’t hold back a moan at the taste of him—skin and salt and the faintest trace of his body wash. The vibration wasn’t intended as a call for Dylan to clench his fingers in her hair, but he did it anyway. He guided her down to mid-shaft before easing out again, a slow rhythm meant entirely for his satisfaction.
    He knew what she needed to lose herself in the act—it wasn’t soft words of praise or timid petting.
    When his cock nudged the back of her throat, Hazel gagged a little, free hand flying to his thigh. Dylan palmed her cheek, a silent reminder not to resist him. You’re mine , he’d said and fuck if he didn’t set to prove it as he coaxed her mouth open.
    Hazel didn’t think to deny him for an instant. Her heart thundered fiercely as seconds ticked by and Dylan’s moans became more and more urgent. She hollowed her cheeks around him, lending vulgar, wet echoes to the bass line of his pleased grunts, until Dylan released her hair and grabbed for her wrists.
    “Fuck, that’s it. That’s it, here it comes, ah—”
    Heat flooded Hazel’s mouth, bitter-salt and thicker than pre-cum. She swallowed instinctively. If she was honest with herself, she had to admit to enjoying this, too—the base humiliation of it all, the thrill of being used like someone’s toy.
    Dylan’s, specifically.
    She didn’t resist when he pulled her up against him and plundered her mouth with a wet, greedy kiss.
    “You like that, don’t you?” Dylan panted. “Christ, I wanted to warn you, but—”
    “Yes.” Hazel stretched her naked body against his. Her nipples were hard peaks, thighs slick with her gushing arousal. A sharp zing of excitement shot through her as Dylan shifted his weight and, by error or design, nudged his spent cock against her pelvis.
    He swore under his breath. “That turned you on, didn’t it?” He palmed her ass with both hands, tugging her ever closer and playing the tips of his fingers between her sopping folds. “Look at you… You’re drenched.”
    The note of surprise in his voice triggered a laugh, Hazel’s sense of self-preservation too decrepit to kick into gear at the eleventh hour. Instead, she clung to him desperately, arching and twisting in a helpless quest for friction. Dylan knocked the air out of her when he turned her around and slammed her into the still-open bedroom door.
    Look at me, indeed . Hazel glimpsed their reflection in the standing mirror. Moonlight caught on her sandy hair, splashing onto her hip and shoulder. The curve of her flank disappeared beneath the span of Dylan’s bruising fingers. Look at her, he growled, and Hazel did, taking in the desperate fervor in her own expression with the suspicion that she wasn’t supposed to like this.
    Yet for a moment, she saw herself the way Dylan must have