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When I open the door, I tell him as much. “Not fucking funny, Holden!”

Laughing, he gives me half a hug to say hey as Everlee walks around the backside of their white Range Rover. She’s wearing a Sidney Prescott costume to match Holden’s Ghost Face vibes—nothing but a mask and a pair of ripped up black jeans and black chucks. It’s his signature look.

I self consciously pull at mine, feeling naked as hell. Christian is the hottest Michael Myers I’ve ever seen, and I’m his poor little victim who runs through the woods. My eyes dance over his tattooed chest beneath his wide open dark navy-colored overalls, but it’s the rippling abs and V muscle that have me gawking the most.

He shoves the Myers mask under his arm and steps to me, wrapping an arm around my neck.

“Isn’t my girl hot as fuck? Look at these pigtails.” He tugs on one side before he leans in and whispers so only I can hear, “I’m going to tie these around something later to keep you steady while I fuck you like a wild beast.”

My gaze darts to Holden and Everlee, wondering if they heard him as heat fills my cheeks. I love the idea of being tied to something while he has his wicked way with me, but I don’t want our closest friends to hear about it. They seem oblivious, though the look on Holden’s face tells me he knows something dirty was said because it’s something he probably would have said himself.

Christian kisses my cheek and pulls me along like nothing just happened. “Let’s go, party people!”

Slipping his hand in mine, Christian leads us all to the house as he pulls on his mask and rests it on top of his head so he can still see. The boys are the kings of Reaper, so all our peers move out of the way and gawk as we pass by. I look over my shoulder once more to see if Zeke is here yet, but Christian pulls me along and inside the house.

I don’t know how long we’ve been moving through the house, drinking and talking to the next person from school. All I know is I’m bored to tears and couldn’t honestly care less about this party. Holden and Everlee have already gone off on their own, and I’m stuck standing by Christian’s side to witness all the girls drooling over him and all the guy’s kissing his ass as if it’s their way into being his friend.

They’re all fake as fuck, and I want out of here.

Looking around for Zeke again, I finish my drink and feel Christian’s hand on the small of my back. He leans in and whispers, “I’m bored as shit, too. Let’s go outside and make our own fun, yeah?”

I spin around and look up into his twinkling gaze as he smirks. He better not be messing with me right now, because I might cry. Nodding his head to a location behind me, he grabs my hand and pulls me along. Oh, thank God, he wasn’t joking.

The cool night air outside compared to the stifling, stagnant air inside the house is like stepping out into the mountain air while camping. It’s refreshing, liberating, and almost getting me excited.

Christian laces our fingers together, and I admit I’m smacking my chest right now. This minor act wouldn’t normally be anything big to just anyone, but for Christian, this is huge, and everyone here knows it. He’s letting everyone know we’re together-together.

But are we?

I’m supposed to be his pet, though now I’m confused about what’s actually going on. He said he didn’t want to push me away, as if someone had forced him to do so. Then he comes out of nowhere and wants me to be some kind of sex slave for him and Zeke? And now he’s holding my hand in front of everyone.

I’d really like to know what the hell is going on, and who would have enough power to make Christian do things he doesn’t want to do. For as long as I’ve known the guy, he’s done exactly whathewants to do, telling anyone with rules to go fuck themselves.

His phone jingles from inside one of the many pockets on his overalls. We stop beside the deck railing and look down at the pool area. Most of the people in the pool are naked, completely oblivious to everyone partying around them on the patio.

I try not to be nosy, but I can’t help it. Christian’s brow pinches together, anger flashing across his face as he reads the text message. His jaw ticks as he locks his screen and pockets his phone again.

Turning to me, he gives me his signature sexy smirk and leans into me. I shiver when his hands grab my hips and his thumbs rub on my bare flesh above my mini skirt.

His tongue traces my jaw just below my ear before he pulls my earlobe into his mouth. My eyes roll back as I pinch my knees together, letting out a breathy moan.

As I arch my back, I slip my hands inside his overalls and splay my fingers across his warm, hard chest. He groans against my ear as he pops my lobe free.

“Tell me, little hellfire, do you like the chase?”

I’m confused at first, pinching my brow as I turn my face to peer into his. He smirks and whips his head down so the mask falls into place.

“You’re going to run, and I’m going to chase you.”

He steps back from me and holds open his arms as if he’s trying to say,what are you waiting for?I swallow hard before I giggle, looking around us.

“Are you being serious right now?”

Nodding, he drops his arms and cocks his head, looking at me like the demented killer he’s dressed as. I lose my smile, stepping back from him. And when he takes one large lunge forward, I squeal and make a run for it.

I drop my drink on the deck as I push my way through people blocking the stairs, now flying down them to the patio below. I’m surprised I haven’t tripped and broke my ankle yet in these stupid ass heels. Why did I wear these again? Right, because Christian said he wanted to fuck me in them later and I couldn’t ignore the way it made me excited.

I ignore all the stares as I run through everyone near the pool side and toward the furthest part of the backyard. We’re trapped in by a chain-link fence, but a gate to the forest is where I’m heading. A quick glance over my shoulder makes me shriek when I don’t see Christian anywhere. Where the hell is he?!

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