Page 4 of Midnight Masquerade

"No, I just know what I want, unicorn. And she just wrapped her perfect fucking hand around my cock and squeezed," he growls, those icy eyes locked on me in a way that makes my heart race. But I cannot deal with flirting or sexual innuendo or…whatever this is. No way.

I don't even know where to start!

I don't flirt. I don't date. And I definitely don't do sex. I mean, have sex. Especially not with reclusive billionaires who look like this man. I picked a freaking unicorn for a reason. I am one. Aunicorn. Well, I'm a virgin, but it basically means the same thing to people my age.

"Please stop talking," I plead, my head spinning.

"Why were you trying to escape? Is someone bothering you?"

"Uh, did you miss the fact that I'm the only unicorn in a sea of ballgowns, Drake?"

"Nope." His gaze runs over my costume. "You're the only thing I've seen since I walked in the door."

I groan, pressing my hands to my cheeks. "I'm going to be the town weirdo."

"I mean, you did grab my cock."

"You are not helping!" I cry, scowling at him. "Why are you so annoying?"

"Probably because you're so fucking cute when you're flustered." He shrugs, cocking his head to the side. "It's sexy as hell, unicorn."

"Oh my god. Stop calling me that before I murder you along with my cousin."

"You murdered your cousin?"

"No. Not yet. It's on my list."

His grin is wide enough to split his face. And for some reason, I want to kiss it off him.

Nope. No way. Not happening.

There's a reason I don't date or flirt or have sex. Love is the reason. I don't do love. My parents claimed they were in love…right up until they divorced when I was eight. I've been a piece of rope in their tug-of-war ever since.

If my mom got me a toy, my dad had to get me a better one. If he took me on a trip, she insisted on taking me on a better one. It was never about me, but I was always the one who suffered in their little war. Every holiday was a battleground, littered with bad memories and meltdowns from one parent or the other.

I'm twenty-three, and they still try to use me like a rope. It's exhausting!

If that's what love turns people into, count me out.

"Why are we murdering your cousin?"

"We?" I blink at Drake and then shake my head. "You probably have bodies in your basement, so of course you're cool with murder," I mutter, scrubbing my hands down my face like that's going to make him any less kissable. It doesn't, darn it. It doesn't make my nipples any less hard, either.

"Escape with me, and you can find out for yourself."

"What?" I drop my hands back to my sides, staring at him in shock.

"You don't want to be here. I definitely don't want to fucking be here. So, escape with me, unicorn." He holds out his hand. "Let's get the fuck out of here."

I was right earlier. He is insane. But I think I might be, too. Because I'm actually considering this madness. I don't even know why because nothing about this is sane or rational. But something about him makes me want to place my hand in his and flee into the night with him. Actually, that's not true.

Everything about him makes me want to flee with him. I like him far more than I should. Every time he smiles at me, butterflies kick into flight in my stomach, and my stupid heart flutters. Don't even get me started on what's going on with my vagina. I feel my freaking heartbeat in my clit, which I didn't even know was a thing until he smirked at me.

"Come on, unicorn," he murmurs, his eyes boring into mine. "It's Halloween. Take a chance and run away with me."

Great. Just great. I'm either going to be murdered by a hot billionaire on Halloween. Or I'm going to sleep with one.

This isnothow my night was supposed to go.

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