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518 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 14, 2021
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(his pov)
’I was wearing nothing but tight boxer briefs as I swung Frank around in my room, a smooth dance between friends—nothing gay. My fingers gently grazed down his cheek, feeling the texture of his skin against mine.
He wasn’t a very lively dance partner but I was willing to forgive him, considering Frank was a corpse.’
(her pov)
“Room! Now!” Rachel screeched and I felt like throwing a temper tantrum because this was not fair. Drink the poison or be locked in your room! What the hell kind of place was this? It wasn’t like the other mental hospital I’d been to. Although really, if a place calls itself an asylum, that's one huge red flag! Then bringing up vampires ten minutes into the tour? Red flag two!
“Now, Rachel,” a male voice slithered in. Me and the nurse’s eyes rounded and our heads jerked towards the new addition to our act. It was the Venom guy. Just great. The creepiest fucker I’d ever seen was now here. He was probably going to offer to chop me in little pieces and put me in the dinner shake but not before rubbing each one of my pieces on his psycho crotch.
Nurse Rachel’s entire demeanor changed even if she was trying to act like it hadn’t. Jesus, even she was scared of this guy!
“Go back to your seat,” she said but didn’t dare even look at him. I raised a curious eyebrow and decided the hell with it, I wasn’t going to look at him either. I certainly didn’t want to attract the attention of anyone who liked wearing skin over their face. I turned my head in the opposite direction and tried to guess what Lunch Lady Carol was up to. Perhaps figuring out how to turn rusty tetanus nails into a meal.
“Look, I don’t normally like to swing my big dick around,” the guy said and my head jerked back around because fuck it, he was now speaking my language. Instead of looking at his Venom mask I eyed his crotch and tried to guess which line was fabric wrinkles and which line was dick imprint.
(his)
“I bet she likes listening to them fuck,” Harry grunted.
“Talk about throwing bricks in glass houses,” I said with a snort.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Harry said with a heavy cockney accent. He hadn’t actually had that accent when alive but I thought it somehow suited him in death.
“It means both you and Frank are always watching me jerk off,” I said, pushing away from the table and snatching up my mask and gloves. Today was a plague doctor mask, complete with gold details attached to the leather beak and framing the black goggle eyes.
“You do realize you literally prop us up to watch you, right?” Frank said. I ignored him then shoved them both under the bed while Rachel started to knock on my door again. Funny thing about my venom, it kept corpses looking fresh. These two had been my friends for quite a while now and yet they looked the same as the day they died.![]()
’No! I didn’t, I hated him. I hated his fucking body and his fucking face and his fucking smell that was swirling in my head making me dizzy. I didn’t like his cock. I didn’t like his deep voice and muscular chest. I shook my head, trying to dislodge the confusion in my head.
“Stop caressing my cock you fucking weirdo,” Baz rasped, over his should. His gloved hand pressed into the hand that gripped his cock. Instead of trying to pull me off, he pushed against my hand and encouraged it up and down. A little breathy noise fell from his mouth and my cock was leaking again.
What the hell? He was supposed to throw me off him, kick my gut, and tell me to fuck off. Just like what happened before. But he wasn’t and it confused me. I ground my teeth.
“I hate you. Just stay still,” I said biting his shoulder. Baz went ramrod still and sucked a breath through his teeth.
“This is the strangest porn I’ve ever seen,” Bree said and I tried to look at it from her viewpoint, watching a massive beast of a man like me grind against a man in a clown mask while we both told each other how much we hated each other. “But you know, I think this is doing something for me,” she added nodding her head.’