by Gayle C. Straun
He had a bad habit of bringing home real bloodsuckers. And I’m not being metaphorical when I say that—I mean actual vampires. His friends thought he just had a fetish for the pointy teeth and waxen skin, or maybe he just liked playing it dangerous, got off on the thrill of not knowing if this woman might be the one to take it all too far and drain more than just his aching balls. What his friends didn’t know, though, was that his bedroom was covered in mirrors—the ceiling, the walls, everything—and that’s how he liked watching the action.
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