Perfect Revenge (Revenge Series Book 1)

by Catherine Edward

  "I need to stop her mom. Axel's revenge plan will backfire if I don’t do something now."

  Narmadha looked at her with a knowing smile. "So, tell me, my dear daughter, what do you want from your mother?"

  "Ideas. I want to destroy her world, her beauty, and everything. Well, at least on a temporary basis. Show her how the world will treat her when she has nothing."

  "Hmm... That's easy," Narmadha grinned. "Come on, get up. We have a party to plan."

  Samantha grinned as she got up and followed her mother. She couldn't wait for the ball. They had so many things to do in such a short span of time.

  _______

  Time seemed to fly and soon it was the day of the Sinclair annual charity ball. Samantha relaxed as Sasha massaged her scalp with hot oil. They were in the inbuilt spa for women inside their grand mansion. The specially hired staff were buzzing around as the women chatted away like there was no tomorrow.

  Andrea and the girls arrived a week ago and Axel had given Samantha sometime away from work so that she could spend some quality time with the girls. Not that she wanted a time away, he insisted that she take it as she has worked nonstop for over a year.

  Now, Samantha felt glad that she took the offer. She was more relaxed than ever. Her body and mind buzzed with renewed energy.

  Axel visited her every day and sometimes joined them for dinner. He was working overtime in the office without Samantha. Andrea and the girls were staying with her much to the dismay of Sara. Not that she minded, Axel would drop his parents at Samantha's before going to work and would pick them after.

  Samantha let out a chuckle when Amelia and Gracie moaned like they were seeing heaven. The staff was now giving them a foot massage. Girls and their addiction to a foot massage.

  It was really good, better than anything else. However, she will have to take back her words that it was much better than an orgasm. Axel had proved her wrong four days back when he had visited her.

  That day he had said he needed to speak to her alone. "Some things in the office needed her attention," he had claimed to show her a bunch of files.

  She had taken him to her room as the others continued with their dinner.

  "You look so beautiful today," he whispered as they entered her room.

  "You're telling me that you got me all alone just to tell me that I look beautiful." She quirked her eyebrows with a teasing grin.

  "That's not all. You looked delectable in that dress and I realized that I didn't get to admire you as much as I would like to," Axel commented as his hooded eyes drank in her beauty with a new hunger.

  Amelia had forced her into a plum red dress that had a plunging neckline, which showed a generous amount of cleavage and the hem of the dress ended up just a few inches below her bum. Surprisingly, her mom didn't chastise her when she got a look at her dress like she expected her to. Instead, she just glared.

  Axel dropped the files on the nearby table and loosened the knot of his tie. A shiver ran through her body under his heated gaze. It was the same look he had before he took her over the edge in her office.

  "Axel... We are in my home."

  "And?"

  "My family is downstairs," she said, backing up, trying to put some distance between them.

  "Having dinner with my parents, I know," replied Axel.

  "Axel, if they ever found out what you're up to, they will get us married tomorrow itself." Only her lips were speaking in denial while her body said otherwise. There was no mistaking the moist which started pooling as her core tingled in anticipation.

  "Really? All the more reason to do what I want to do for a long time now." He was just a breath away from her, his hands around her waist limiting her movements.

  "Axel -"

  His lips silenced her as they gently claimed hers. Her denial seemed to flee out of the window as his tongue massaged her lower lip, seeking entry. A moan left her throat when he squeezed her ass, kneading them as he pressed his arousal on her front. Samantha gasped softly, only for him to deepen the kiss, claiming her mouth.

  His hands were under her dress cupping her ass. The lacy underwear she wore did very less to hide her asset from his hungry hands. Axel's lips left hers only to place open kisses along her jaw and neckline. His hands gently ran along her smooth thighs in a circular motion, going from her butt to her inner thighs in a sensual motion which set her body on fire.

  Samantha was panting hard in anticipation when he pushed her on the mattress. Her back sunk into the soft material with a bounce. His eyes locked with hers as he took her leg, removing the heels, replacing it with his lips.

  She gasped as he gently rubbed her feet, peppering kisses along her leg. He did the same for her other feet.

  "Do you still think that a foot massage is better than an orgasm?" His voice a few octaves low, a husky purr which caressed her insides and her belly quivered as a result.

  She felt tongue-tied as her brown eyes locked with his blue ones, which was now filled with lust. Samantha let out a whimper and clutched the sheets as he kissed the inside of her knees.

  Her nipples tightened and became more sensitive as he continued his slow torture on her body, his hands gently massaging and feeling her soft flawless skin, his lips following his hands, kissing and nibbling.

  She almost cried out in frustration when he paid no attention to her now throbbing core. When he reached her pelvic region, he just skipped her moistened part and went to kiss her belly.

  "Patience my love," he chuckled softly as his hands reached behind her to unzip her dress.

  "So beautiful," he whispered against her skin as he slid the material down, just enough to expose her lacy bra, which hid nothing from his view. In a swift moment, he removed it, making her bare for his eyes.

  She moaned out loud when his hot mouth latched around her pink nipple, sucking harder. His other hand kneaded her other breast and rolled her nipple between his fingers. Her back arched towards him and she clutched his head bringing it closer.

  Every flick of his tongue sent a jolt of awareness down her spine, leaving her with a very aching bundle of nerves, her hips moved on its own in need of friction. She sighed in content when her front met his hard bulge, she was totally lost as she started to grind against him.

  Axel groaned as he pinned her down with his hips, limiting her movements. "Not like that, Sam. You don't want me to cum in my pants now, do you?" He teased.

  His hand reached between them, sliding inside her panties and one finger entered her in a fluid motion. Firm yet not hard enough to break her barrier.

  "Oww!" Her hips bucked under his hand and he sucked her nipple feverishly.

  "Ax-Axel... p-please..."

  "What do you want, my love?" His voice hoarse with need.

  "I-I... Ah..."

  Her eyes rolled back to her head as he added another finger, pumping in and out in a faster yet gentle. His breath became ragged matching hers as her moans increased.

  All of a sudden, his fingers left her core and he shrugged off his coat. She blinked her eyes open when he made her sit at the edge of her bed before kneeling down before her.

  "Keep your eyes open," he ordered. Axel slid her panties aside, revealing her moist heat.

  Wet and dripping...

  His eyes left hers for a moment to admire her glistening heat before his blue orbs locked with hers again. Not a second later, his lips covered her bundle of nerves, his tongue flicking her aching bud as he cupped her ass to bring her closer.

  Samantha's body jerked violently as a pleasure she never felt before started pulsing through her body. Her body shivered unable to keep her thighs open. Her legs wrapped around his shoulder, squeezing him slightly.

  Her eyes almost closed when she felt him squeeze her ass, making her open her eyes again. He applied more pressure on her core and a few more flicks of his tongue had her cry out in pleasure.

  Axel continued his assault as she exploded against his tantalizing mouth. It was only when she tried to p
ush him he released her. Samantha plopped on her bed exhausted just from an orgasm, several times intense than her first one in the office.

  She watched as he unzipped his pant in a hurry, cupping his length fısting it. She didn't know how to pleasure a man, she'd only heard her friends mentioning about it. At the moment, she just watched wide-eyed as his breath quickened, his eyes closing for a moment before splashing her thighs with his cum.

  Axel grinned at her in satisfaction and placed a kiss on her forehead.

  "Stay!" He commanded before walking into her bathroom. He brought a wet cloth and cleaned her, sporting a goofy smirk as if he was pleased with himself.

  "That was wonderful," he whispered as he helped her up. Her legs still felt like a jelly and she held onto him for support.

  "I love you, Samantha. Not seeing you in the office every day made me realize just how much I miss you and I miss you so much that I wanted to leave work and come running to you," he said, cupping her cheek as he looked down at her with so much love that she felt overwhelming.

  She could only kiss him in reply as the words seemed to fail her at the moment.

  "I suggest you rest for the night," Axel winked before leaving the room with the files.

  Amelia sneaked into her room later that night, asking for the details and didn't leave until she blushed beet red, telling her what she wanted to hear.

  "Sammy!" Amelia's loudest shriek and a slap on her thighs had Samantha jolt up from her chair and sit straight.

  She blushed a few shades darker when Amelia gave her a knowing smirk. After that night, they didn't get to meet alone and Amelia had planned something for the ball. Samantha hadn't seen the dress yet, they wouldn't show it to her. Amelia had teased her to expect multiple orgasms for the night. She could only bite her tongue and keep quiet with her mom and Sasha around.

  This night was also very important considering that she will be meeting her Fiancée's ex. She already had everything she needed for the plan. Seemus agreed to their plan after a lot of convincing, the man still believed that he owed Alana's father and they had to remind him that Mr. McKenna was dead.

  "Ready to meet the bitch," Andrea smirked.

  "More than ever," Samantha grinned.

  Chapter – 32

  "Can I open my eyes now?" Samantha asked impatiently as Amelia and Andrea giggled and continued to talk in muffled voices.

  "Hold on," Amelia called.

  "Please Amelia, it's been three hours and you haven't shown my dress yet," Samantha whined. They did her makeup and painted her nails bright red with golden nail art, which had her assume that her gown would be red.

  "All right, all set. Open your eyes now," Andrea chimed and Samantha obeyed.

  A soft gasp left her mouth as they revealed the dress to her. A traditional Indian lehenga sat on the bed. The red and gold embroidery design took her breath away.

  "That's-that's beautiful," Samantha commented.

  "I know right!" Amelia beamed. "You are the bride and it's your engagement party. We wanted you to look different and unique."

  “Thank you, guys. This is so lovely,” Samantha beamed.

  "Yeah, we had very little time to prepare everything," Amelia added.

  "What are you guys wearing?" Samantha asked, still mesmerized by the beauty of the dress.

  "Oh, just the usual," Andrea chirped.

  "Are you ready yet?" Narmadha's enthusiastic sound distracted them a bit. "You all haven't dressed yet? Go on, get ready. I will take it from here," she commanded as she placed the tray she was carrying on the bed.

  "See you soon, Sammy." Both the girls chimed in unison as they exited the room, leaving her and Narmadha alone.

  "I wish grandma is here," Samantha commented as she inspected the dress. The blouse made of golden color silk material with red sequined borders and the intricate vine-like embroidery was exquisite.

  "And, I am here too."

  Samantha perked up at the sound of her beloved grandmother, who stood there, dressed in a simple white cotton saree and the pearl necklace she always wore. Though she was in her early eighties, the aura of authority couldn't be missed. Vaishali Deshmukh indeed was a strong woman.

  "Grandma!" Samantha engulfed her grandmother as happy tears sprouted from her eyes.

  "I missed you so much, sweetie." Her grandmother sniffled as she embraced her granddaughter.

  "I missed you too," Samantha said, wiping her tears as she looked at the older version of her.

  "Do you think I would miss this for anything else in the world?" Her grandmother chastised.

  "How did you come? I didn't know you will be here," Samantha asked eying her mother.

  "Gregory sent his private jet and we didn't tell you as we wanted it to be a surprise for you," Narmadha answered.

  Her grandmother couldn't attend Eric's wedding as she was not well. Eric and Amelia went to India after their wedding to take her blessings. Samantha didn't think she would make it and it came as a pleasant surprise.

  "Don't stand there. Get into that dress. We have less than an hour for the ball to start," Narmadha ushered her and she obeyed immediately.

  The Sinclair's annual charity ball was usually held in a five-star hotel. This time her dad decided to use their mansion for the ball, considering it has turned out to be an engagement party.

  The west side of the mansion, which they didn't use much, and the huge hall came handy for the ball. The dinner buffet and the after party were arranged in the garden area.

  When Samantha came out of her bathroom, dressed in the heavy skirt that was full of embroidery and sequences, her mother had already laid out the jewelry on the bed.

  "Is that Grandma's antique piece?!" Samantha exclaimed as she gathered the long skirt to walk towards the bed.

  "Yes, it is dear. This belonged to my mother. Now, it is all yours. I have one for Sasha and Amelia too," her grandmother grinned.

  "Oh, thank you, grandma. You made my day so special."

  "Anything for you, dear. Now, go sit. Let your mother work her magic," her grandma said with a warm smile.

  "Okay," she said, sitting on a chair beside her dressing table. Samantha stared at her reflection, which seemed to glow with joy. Andrea had applied a gold glitter eyeshadow and Kohl, that made her brown eyes pop. Her full lips painted blood-red, matched her dress.

  Narmadha worked on Samantha's thick hair, her hands weaving it into an intricate braid. Her daughter looked like a Goddess in the dress she bought her. The red and gold complimented her tan skin very well.

  When they decided to announce her engagement to Axel at the ball, their plans had changed as well. Narmadhawanted her daughter to look special and different from the crowd. Narmadha always knew the love Samantha had for Indian tradition. She was sure that she would love this dress.

  "There you go," Narmadha said as she placed the last piece of jewelry on Samantha's braid.

  "It's too heavy mom," Samantha whined as Narmadha started loading her up with the family jewelry embellished with ruby, diamond and other gems.

  "It's only for a couple of hours," Narmadha chastised.

  "I didn't expect that the dress would be this heavy. But, it's beautiful!" Samantha let out a dreamy sigh as she looked at herself in the mirror.

  There was a knock on the door before Sasha poked her head through the door. "Mom, the photographer is here. Dad said that Axel and Samantha will have a photo shoot in his office before the ball," she announced.

  "Whoa! Sammy... You look so beautiful!" Sasha exclaimed when her eyes landed on Samantha. "Gosh... Axel is a goner," she gushed.

  "Thank you, Sasha. You look beautiful too," Samantha complimented her younger sister who wore an ivory dress with a high neckline, her hair left in free waves.

  "Oh, my God! Look at you," Andrea exclaimed as she entered the room wearing an ivory colored gown embellished with sequence, which gave it a glittery effect. The slit which started just a few inches above her knees gave a view of her long toned legs.
The low neckline offered a decent view of her cleavage.

  "Thanks, Andy," Samantha grinned as Andrea pressed her cheek against hers. "Where are the girls?"

  "You know how it is. If it was not for the stylists we hired, we wouldn't even make it to the ball until ten p.m.," Andrea said with a roll of her eyes.

  "Axel is here," Ryan poked his head next. He let out a loud whistle at the sight of Samantha. “Sammy, you look amazing."

  Samantha blushed at his compliment and her heart fluttered at the thought of Axel being here.

  "Come, let's take a selfie," Sasha pulled her aside and the others soon joined.

  ∞ ∞ ∞

  Samantha gathered her heavy skirt in the front as she climbed the stairs to her father's office. Gregory had arranged for a family photo shoot before the ball, which was again a surprise for her and she appreciated his thoughtfulness.

  "Jonah, take a few family photos. Keep the couple photographs for the last as they don't have to appear at the party for another hour," Gregory's voice could be heard through the door which was slightly ajar.

  "Sure thing." A man with a slight Irish accent replied.

  Samantha took a deep breath as Amelia nudged her playfully. Andrea, Amelia, Gabriela, and Sylvia, all wore identical ivory gowns with a low neckline and a slit on their mid-thigh. Sasha and Marina wore the modest version with no slit and had a high neckline.

  Andrea opened the door wide and the chatter went down immediately. Samantha raised her brown eyes to meet Axel's blue ones and the world seemed to fade around them for a moment.

  Axel forgot to breath when his eyes landed on Samantha. They ushered him and his family to Gregory's office as soon as he arrived at the mansion. He was casually observing the arrangements they were making for the photo-shoot when the door opened, revealing a Goddess standing there in all her glory.

  He couldn't avert his gaze and he didn't even hear someone calling him. A flash broke his trance momentarily and he looked at Jonah, the photographer who had a huge grin on his face.

  "Perfect!" Jonah gushed as he looked at his masterpiece. "Now, first we will take the family photographs. Mr. Finlayson, please come here," he ushered and Axel walked with robotic steps to the chair with his parents, his eyes never leaving Samantha's.