The poisoned glass

 His hand shot under the heavy white tablecloth, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and yanked me down hard.

 I gasped as I was dragged beneath the table, landing roughly on my knees between his spread legs. The thick cloth fell back into place, hiding me completely from the three people eating and laughing just inches above my head.

 “Zane, what the hell—” I hissed, trying to pull away.

 His grip tightened painfully in my hair, holding me exactly where he wanted.

 With his other hand, he calmly reached down, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock.

 My breath caught.

 Fuck.

 It was even bigger than...