“The Persian will pay,” I swear while standing up. “And we’ll have Alex to ourselves. That’s what I want.”
“Then that’s what we’ll have,” Tomas says with a grin. It’s strange seeing him smile after being depressed for so long, but it’s equally refreshing, encouraging me to mirror the grin as he adds, “And it all starts with denying Alex what she loves most.”
I raise my eyebrows. “And what’s that? Sex?”
He grins wider. “An orgasm.” He shrugs nonchalantly and then plucks a cigarette from his pack, shooting Soren a warning glare as he rolls it between his fingers without lighting it. “She’s fucking addicted to it. Admitted it to me herself. If we tease her to the point of torture and deny her an orgasm, she’ll literally do anything we want.”
“I like the sound of that.”
Soren nods. “That makes sense. It seems to be a thrill for her to get pleased by us all at once.” His smile turns devious as he looks at me and says, “Remember the fencing studio?”
My cock springs to life at the memory of Alex pliant under my mouth. “Yeah, she was really hot for that.”
“The embarrassment will be key to the whole thing,” Tomas continues. “So, we should organize that now.”
While Tomas and Soren suggest what to do, I pull out my phone to check the invitation. Part of me is pleased that Alex isn’t angry at me and that she thought of inviting me to her party. But another part of me is disgusted by her behavior. Marrying someone like Alex would destroy everything I’ve attempted to build. And with her trying to manipulate me with sex, I can’t find the strength to trust her.
And if I can’t trust her, then I can’t let her in.