A/N: This is the follow up fic and continuation to 'Lust Was Discovered'. It is an M rated piece which I intend on making around three chapters. Again this fic is dedicated to the lovely 'madaboutcarla' since she requested that I do a 50 shades sort of take of Liarla :) But also I would like to say a big thank you to everyone who read/reviewed/ favorited and followed 'Lust Was Discovered' it means a lot because that fic was my first attempt with writing smut.
I'd like to also give a really big thank you to 'LoveCarlaConnor' for helping me a lot and giving me so much advice/ brainstorming ideas with me over the past few days :)
I apologize for any spelling errors and missing words. It seems that no matter how much I comb over my chapters I always seem to miss something. I will go back and attempt fix anything else I might have missed but for now I decided to post.
Again thank you to all who read my stories. Hopefully you all enjoy this update :)
She did not trust her heart with him. With any other man things might have been different. She'd be able to tell, to distinguish whether this was all a game of desire or whether it could actually be the beginnings of love. One over the other she'd be able to handle, but with him she was very much afraid that it could be both things and with both Carla would be lost. She was not that sort of girl, not the type that falls in head first all over a man acting like they are the world; making them feel as though they are teaching her things, everything about anything just to make them feel powerful. No Carla was the sort of woman that made no secret about the things she wanted and what she wanted first and foremost was money. Tony knew this and he had no problems marrying her after the fact and treating her like a princess. It was their arrangement. She'd play at the 'trophy wife' going with him to fancy dinners, weekends away, business meetings and awards; in return she'd get to live a pampered life. Although recently Tony had been encouraging her to pursue some of her dreams; he foolishly believed this dream to be 'Allure' and so like a good wife she did as told only chasing her real dreams in stealing other peoples money. Now it seems that Liam Connor would get in the way of this dream.
His stupid sister Michelle had to get all whiny about her investments and then next thing Carla knew, Liam was throwing allegations of some stolen documents in her face. After the business meeting and lunch with Tony's brother Patrick, Carla bolted to 'Allure' headquarters. She only had about five employees one of them being her good friend Leanne, the others being her brother Rob and his girlfriend Tracy and two other randoms Carla had doing the personal assistant jobs. One of these three was the mole or whistleblower and Carla highly doubted it was Leanne as Leanne was loyal and just as money hungry to ever let jealously cloud her mind where profit was concerned. Rob however had always been the jealous younger sibling and his girlfriend Tracy as bad influence.
After grilling one of the assistants that she asked to doctor documents with hard tactics and threatening all sorts of things, Carla with the help of Leanne was able to get a confession stating that Rob had offered to assist the woman, letting her go home early on an important family night; saying he'd take care of things and 'Carla would never have to know'. Further investigating, which involved Leanne trailing him, found that Rob was having something on the side with Michelle Connor. It was a shock to say the least, but Leanne produced photographs of hot and heavy making out in a car park and Carla grinned happily as she had methods of which to hang her brother for his treachery. Things weren't adding up though, why the hell would Michelle Connor be screwing her brother when she was making all sorts of noise about the ponzi scheme? Rob wasn't fucking to silence her that's for sure; if he were he'd be gloating to Carla and Leanne about it. He was being discreet and Carla wanted to know why. But that was only one thing on the list of things she wanted to know.
Another thing that kept her up all night was how Liam had the time and capability of playing as dirty a game as her. It would seem he still held all the cards. Carla had rejected his offer at keeping secrets like 'special friends', going on to give him a fake number after he hassled relentlessly for one under Tony's nose. Still he somehow managed to convince either Tony to give her real mobile or he or who knows what else, because he constantly rang and texted Carla trying to see her. Of course she then changed her number but that didn't stop him from persisting things further.
"He's been stalking me" Carla spat into her mobile phone. It had been about a week and a half since that eventful business meeting at 'Underworld' and now her path to manipulation had bought her back to its doorstep again. Turning off the engine to her Aston Martin, Carla ducked down collecting her purse before hissing into the phone again at her solicitor, "Did you hear me?" He's stalking me. I want to press charges," this was all apart the game, but it was no lie that Liam was in fact following her around Manchester. The first few days he'd just drive by her flat, the one she stayed at when working at 'Allure' some days in week. Tony never stayed there and how he got that address, Carla couldn't say but his personality was so persistent. He was a little boy who couldn't take 'no' for an answer. She was going use this behavior to frame a case around him having unstable behavior if he dared take her to court for swindling and embezzlement because Carla played nasty like that. Liam wasn't doing himself any favors obsessing like he was, but she was willing to give a show and drive him even more crazy.
Well aware that he was parked outside her apartment at night like a creepier she made sure to go through all the motions undressing. A legs extended out on the bed, she'd always slowly unroll her tights or stockings; sometimes she'd endure wearing them the whole day, just for this reason for a show. Next came the dresses, letting them drop elegantly to the floor like so, back turned and head always coy and at an angle; Carla always let him take him what he could before turning around abruptly and closing her blinds…he'd try and buzz up, of course she never answered. It was all very fun to tease but no way was he going to see her out of her knickers, Carla wouldn't give out that much for free.
"Hold up Mrs. Gordon, the stalking route is 'plan B'. We still have to see if this current plan will work," her solicitor Leonna whispered in hushed tones on the other end, "this mole we have acquired has yet to prove her usefulness."
"Well the car park is deserted," Carla smirked scanning her surroundings with an arising and elating feeling of glee, " so at least that much turned out to be true. They're all at a business meeting today Leonna. Apparently 'Underworld' is doing so well, Liam couldn't resist treating the staff to a nice celebration at 'Nick's Bistro' and a top off with drinks at the Rovers if we're to believe Miss. Webster."
"Oh he sure has a lot of money to splurge then?" Leonna the solicitor laughed picking up on Carla's devious tone. The solicitor and Carla were one in the same all about the money and Carla would be paying her well to do what she did best, twisting the laws for Carla's benefit.
"I know right?" Carla laughed, "And can you believe he doesn't want me to have a single dent in it? So selfish, slapping my hands out of the honey pot. You'd think he'd want me to have nice things, I won't be denied nice things…but honestly he's stalking me," Carla threw open her car door one of her perfectly sculpted legs making an appearance on the rough concrete after the other, "he's so obsessed with me, I almost feel bad for him…the way he's going, it never ends well for blokes like him," she slammed the door shut going the distance across the car lot in her Louboutins.
"Oh you, behave!" the solicitor laughed, "He was stalking you at that restaurant last night wasn't he? Doesn't he have work to do?"
"When is he not showing up out of the blue at restaurants and shops I just happen to frequenting?" Carla laughed digging into her purse, fingers thrashing about looking until she finally found what she was looking for, "Bingo!" she said more to herself than anyone but the solicitor Leonna caught her drift.
"You found it then? I hope you know I had to promise a fortune for that Rosie to even agree to let us make a copy of the keys."
"Well manipulating ones boss doesn't come easy," Carla pushed the key in turning it a wave of relief rushed over her as the doors opened up allowing access inside. She was ready to do the happy dance but she only had about an hour to get in and out. Hopefully the documents were what Rosie suspected they were and were hidden in the specific area clarified. Carla didn't want to feel as though this was a wasted trip, loyalty comes at a price." Rosie was somewhat reliable after all.
"An expensive price," Leonna crooned, " I make the cash drop tomorrow, 'Roy's Rolls is where she specified. Let me tell you though, she was all hardball in the negotiations but the price agreed upon was well worth it in the end. She gave me some dirt, talked a lot nonsense but I managed to pull a few useful gems out of the pile of useless trash."
"Oh do tell, Leonna" Carla's heels echoed traveling down the halls of the deserted factory getting closer to Liam's office. Her heart was beating and her hands clammy just hoping to God she did not get happened upon before the hour was up.
"You tell first," Leonna the solicitor, pressed, "You've been awfully quiet about the workings of that restaurant last night."
Carla bit down on her lower lip trying to suppress a grin but blushing. There was a long silence and she didn't know why she was keeping things secret but Carla was still very much trying to figure out where her heart was with him. Telling Leonna anything, anything that didn't support the objective of destroying Liam would give rise to suspicion and who knows what her solicitor would do if she actually developed feelings for the man inherently trying to take her down. "Nothing," she said quickly although this was the furthest thing from the truth, "just his usual stalking—"
"—Leanne said you left the dinner party for quite a whiles to go to the loo…he was at another table and followed you in that direction…"
"If you're asking whether I fucked him or something the answer is no. And I'm offended, Leonna, I truly am that you think—I mean he insulted me, tried to blackmail me into sleeping with him in order to keep the ponzi scheme a secret from Tony. I would never sleep with him, not ever—"
"—Not even if he made you feel like there was no other options? Like what if he said he would implicate Leanne and I, would you not then sacrifice yourself for the good the company and out of loyalty? I have my law practice to think about—"
"—Are you saying that you had hoped I slept with him?" Carla's mind was spinning this had to be some sort of trap hoping to catch her in a lie, "Is that what you're saying?" she could play the game too, "I hope you would not insult my worth like that! I'm not a fucking bloody call girl."
"Good! This is all good," Leonna the solicitor, laughed back into the phone try to play off her inquiries all innocent, "I was beginning to think you were getting soft and we can't afford to be soft where 'Allure' is concerned.
"Stupid bitch," Carla muttered under her breath it was barely audible. Who did this woman think she was, trying to get confessions out of Carla, "You're telling me? It's my own fucking company!"
"Just making sure."
"Well I'm going now," Carla had finally reached Liam's office. Sliding the door aside she stepped in quickly, she only had fifty minutes. This waste of conversation had cost her ten minutes, "I send you a text once I've found the documents," pressing the 'end' button she shoved the mobile back in her purse observing her surroundings. The office was fairly cramped and small in Carla's opinion not at all something that a man as handsome and smoldering hot as Liam Connor should be working in. Too bad she was cleaning out his funds faster than one could say Timbuktu for Liam to be able to afford renovations much less an upgrade to a new place. Her eyes darting between the two desks, zeroing in on Liam's desk name plate. His desk was cluttered with lots of paper work, she had to laugh it was probably piling up since he had opted to stalking her these days and wasn't one to put extra time lest he miss more opportunities to do so. She was already crippling his financial prospects and it barely took more than the occasional 'come hither' eyes.
She had been enjoying a meal out with friends last night; Tony was out of the country so Carla was the only 'single' one outside of another friend Trevor Dean. He was a reasonably attractive man and not one to ignore an attractive man; Carla was all over him for the evening being her usual carefree flirtatious self. Adjusting her tie for him, fawning all over his exquisite shoulders, whispering sweet nothings in his ear. Sometime in the evening she had switched spots with him when he wanted to talk to Leanne about her creepy mother hitting on him, it was a bunch laughs and Carla then went to set by Leanne's husband Peter. She did the usual, fluttering of the eyelashes, picking fuzz off the shirt, adjusting collars all in friendly flirtation…
"I think that man knows you or at least he wants to know you, from the way he been staring over in this direction practically the whole time we've been here," Peter Barlow laughed whilst Carla picked dainty pieces of fuzz out of his hair.
"Oh you are just making things up," Carla mused moving her hands along to his broad shoulder, making a show of caressing and giving him a playful poke. Of course she knew better, but Peter didn't know that.
"Seriously though, look," he nodded his head in the general direction behind them, "I know an interested bloke when I see one."
Carla flipped her shoulders over her hair acting all bothered before staring him head on in face. A little smirk crept across her features, poor Liam he was obsessed, "Hmmm," she said grabbing for her champagne and draining what was left of the glass. She caught him halfway between a laugh, which quickly went away once they made eye contact. Those blue eyes; completely possessed and oozing of sex appeal as he held his glass of champagne by the rim, taking long and deliberate sips, barely paying attention the friend sitting across from him. Carla had to tear her gaze away turning back to Peter and smiling, "He's hardly my type," but honestly she wanted to run her fingers all over his hot body and use it like a jungle gym. It was her stubbornness preventing her from taking him up on his offer and it was going to take a lot more to make her weak in the knees. Nearly knocking her empty glass over as she said it, the uncharacteristically frazzled behavior gave Peter the eye for suspicion. Soon enough he would be grilling her about Tony and not being such a big flirt. Carla decided to remove herself from the uncomfortable situation, she could feel his eyes boring into her back, "I'm just going to use the loo," she announced to the table of friends, "be back in a bit," grabbing her purse, Carla bolted from the dinning area.
Walking gingerly along the hallway just moments from entering the ladies restroom, his silhouette jumped out from the corner of her eye, giving Carla quite the scare. Thus far she had done a pretty good job of avoiding Liam and pretending he was not there. Nothing seemed to annoy men than when a woman couldn't bring herself to acknowledge them no matter how handsome they were. She was doing such a good job at it, why change things now.
"Who is that boy?" his voice rang out with a combination of jealousy and irritability.
Carla was irritable herself. She did not have time for this, "What?" she said in equally as hostile manner. There accusations writing all over his tone and Carla did not like it one bit.
"What?" he mimicked smirking in a way that did not carry over into his eyes because he was just about ready to punch a wall by the looks of it, "Who was that boy, that boy at your table?" he moved off the wall swiftly forcing her out the way of passerby staff and patrons and into a tight corner. Impulsive if not explosive, he was tugging at her skirt, trying to feel some bare skin, trying to touch her, "The one you were touching, touching, rubbing your hands up against him," Liam hissed ready to provoke a fight, "all over his shoulders, touching his collar, his hair… who is he? I saw you, I saw you acting all cute with him, whispering in his ear. What were you saying? What is his name?"
This was a full on assault in Carla's eyes, he was getting way too obsessive even for Carla's liking, "Stop this," Carla glared not understanding why she'd have to explain anything to him. Trying to get out from under his grip, Liam only grasped at her wrists harder holding her in place, "let me go, Liam."
"Who is he?" he repeated his eyes narrowed in jealously.
"A friend," Carla tried to not look at him, hoping this insanity would be over soon."
"A friend," he laughed incredulously, "What are you going to drag him into your web too? Are you going to take him home tonight and fuck him or have you fucked him already? Is everything you imagined? I'll have to warn him about you. Tell me his name and I'll go over there right now."
She could feel his hands moving along the length of her, possessing every inch of her like it was all his own, "You're crossing a very thin line," Carla glared yanking her hands free, trying to push Liam's body off of her and about ready to slap him. She would slap him if he said another word, "I'd watch my mouth if I were you. I can ruin you."
"You have ruined me…you've destroyed me already," he said almost pitifully before repeating it a third time as he looked into her eyes earnestly, cupping her cheek in his hand, "you've ruined me…" Liam was a broken man.
"I don't care," Carla smirked coolly. She watched gleefully as the words settled in. He had hurt her, making accusations like that and so it was all a defense mechanism; she wanted to make him hurt just as much as he hurt her.
"I don't believe you," he was cocky again quickly recovering from his moment of vulnerability, "You know you want me…I know you want me. I see it in your eyes Carla."
"Hmmm," Carla mused ready to mind fuck him for revenge, "I let men believe what they want to believe," her eyes scanned him up in down sending a completely different message while her fingers made delicate circles on the fabric of his dress shirt. Grabbing at his tie he pressed his body up against her, Carla could feel his growing erection pressing at her hip. "I'm so sorry you have trouble reading me but your obsession with me has gotten to be an inconvenience as of late. I can't have you ruining my life," biting down on her lower lip she grinned at the bulge in his pants. It was time to go in for the kill, "you'll never have me, which is why you continue to insult me and stalk me," going up on her toes a bit Carla took hold of his neck with hand and grasped at his bulge with the other before hissing into his ear, "now go somewhere dark and lonely and toss that thing about, sad pathetic little Irish boy. I only do men." Shoving him off of her, Carla stomped away throwing open the restroom door and stalking over to the sink counters.
Slamming her clutch purse down Carla retrieved her red Chanel lipstick applying a retouched coat. Thoughts about Liam where never far off and she was beginning to wonder what exactly she had gotten herself into. His behavior was becoming more erratic and insanely jealous, perhaps she had pushed the wrong mans buttons too far this time. But still, she couldn't help it, it was in Carla's nature to be a tease and play her mind games. It's she gained control over all these pathetic idiots in this mans world. Manipulation was a profession that she had to constantly work at, perfecting at every turn. It wouldn't make sense to throw it all away just for a few moments of passion. Still sometimes she had to wonder if her mindset was taking her further from the things she wanted every now and then. There was no denying that she lusted after Liam, but Carla also loved and cared for Tony to an extent. It was just getting more and more difficult lately to justify all these different feelings.
Smacking her lips in and bringing her face in closer to the mirror, Carla took great care in observing her attractive features. Moving away and just about ready to rejoin her table, Carla ran her fingers on last time. Her green eyes spotted him staring back at her in the reflection of the mirror. Turning around, Carla paused halfway giving out a deep sigh, before finally turning the whole way. This was starting to get exhausting, there was only so many times she could resist and from the looks of it he looked angry, pent up with so much sexual frustration as he kicked the swinging door in closed walking towards her in a brash fashion.
Carla needed an escape route, "I want you to leave," she stated boldly implying he had no place in the ladies room. Ready to slide past him to the door, Carla clarified, "I want you to leave me alone."
"Do you?" his look was dangerous, those eyes conveying he had no more time for her games. Blocking her and antagonizing Carla into a confrontation, trying to provoke her anger, "It's a shame none of those 'friends' out there all those men you fawn all over can't see the real you. I pity them—"
"—You're ridiculous."
"You toy with me," his anger was becoming enthralling now. Carla's adrenaline was racing as he backed her further and further away from the exit and into one of the stalls, "you toy with me and you tease me and I don't like it."
"Pity," she gasped as he grabbed hold of her waist throwing her up against one of the small stall walls before dragging her body across the tile floor and into place propped up against the tank of the loo. Carla began laughing hysterically then, mocking if not daring him to be a man about it all and not a wounded puppy. Like she told him before, real men didn't have to ask they took the things they wanted; and boy did he want it badly.
They were both trying to find stable footing as Liam's hands grasped at her waist, fumbling with the material of her dress, tugging at it in frustration as he shoved it up to her hips so he could get at her tights and knickers. There was a lot power play going back and forth, two very strong personalities colliding as Liam tried to hold Carla in place, while in turn did everything possible to make things more difficult and frustrate him more. Finally he collapsed into her a bit, Carla could feel his hot breath against her neck, his hands fumbling her backside; reaching under her dress and tugging it up, so he could better access her tights. Pulling at them and her underwear in one go, her ears registered with his growing desire inspiring hers as well. Gripping the wall hard, it was crazy exciting not being able to see his face. Liam's firm grip was on her hips telling Carla to open her legs wider. His fingers slid inside her, making everything slick and shiny down there. Carla's eyes fluttered shut and she let out a soft moan, reveling in that firm touch. It inflamed her, making her crazy inside.
"I want you to fuck me," he whispered in her ear, "say it, say 'I want you to fuck me'," his fingers pulled out now once more running along her bare and exposed ass cheeks, "say it Carla," he cupped them in his hand giving them a firm squeeze.
Carla stuck her ass out even further now as his fingers slid back in. She refused to voice how much she wanted him to fuck her but the sudden burst of pleasure confirmed that she would do just about anything else to get it. Her hips danced and her stomach convulsed, sending her into such deep spasms she couldn't think straight. But that one spot he kept on hitting, Carla knew she wanted him to touch that forever. There was no more laughing, nothing more to challenge; Carla just wanted him to fuck her.
They were twisting, curling, pumping, in and out, in, further and further in, "That's it," Liam's voice hissed in her ear, "you like that don't you? Say you like it."
Carla more than like it, she loved it, every moment of his fingers thrusting in and out of her. Her senses were more acute, her eyes more aware of their surroundings. Flashing between the floor tiles as well as all the little engravings on the wall this location was much too sordid for this behavior, animalistic even, but neither one of them seemed to care that they were fucking in a dark and morbid gloomy bathroom stall. Everything was heightened; the aroma of him so completely intoxicating as he nuzzled his face into her neck, moving his lips along it to her ear, grinding himself up against her backside. Resting the weight of his chest against her, Carla felt him fumbling with his zipper, his cock poking about, slipping in all sorts of directions until he held her in place steadily pushing into her. Every time it went in, Carla's body rocked upwards, struggling in space as she gasped with each stroke. Her eyes focused on the wall in front of her, but her hands were desperate to get at any part of him she could reach and latch onto. Liam wouldn't let her move, his hands gripped hers pressing them up against the wall.
They made hard slapping noises every time his groin met her ass, pounding into her as his free hand gripped at her hair, pulling it back so that his mouth could cover hers; Liam's tongue coaxing hers, hungry and yearning for devouring kisses. Their breathing was ragged, both of them making strange noises and panting like they had been running. Carla's body swelled up as Liam's hand moved along to squeeze at her breasts through the fabric of the dress. She couldn't support herself anymore; Carla was losing complete control entering into the thralls of ecstasy.
Her head dropping slightly, the muscles in her stomach got tighter and the pressure of her clitoris so intense, Carla would surely cry. Everything that was happening inside of her, everything he was making her feel…relentless, hands drifting, probing and kneading from one secret place to another; there was nothing describe it because Carla didn't even know; Lust or love? One or the other she could deal with, but both…that's when things got dangerous.
The way he was kissing her so gently when they both came to, the anger from before had all but vanished now. She rearranged her dress blushing; something Carla never did, as she pulled up her tights and smoothed out her hair. Her heart was letting her think things about him that she normally wouldn't before, like how this wasn't all about sex. Something had been happening between them since the day they first met, strange powerful chemistry neither could just blame on desires of the flesh. Their interactions with one another, showed that they knew what the other was about, what all the tricks were and all the games; they knew because they were practically the opposite sex versions of each other. They could probably spend days trying to unravel and uncover weaknesses that they suspected the other had, but there would always be a limit because Liam understood as well as she did, they'd both unravel and destroy themselves in the process. But what fun was any game without the risk? Carla still considered her manipulation worth it, if it brought Liam to his knees in the end. So far he had one-upped her tonight bringing her into a tryst in a bathroom stall. Their eyes scanned the bathroom stall, before from their lips the sound of laughter escaped; both wondering, could it be possible that romance was born in such dark and lonely places?...
Her fingers roamed over the distance of his desk, before reaching into her pocket and retrieving yet another set of keys. Stooping down in her heels, Carla began different ones into each the keys wholes, opening drawer after drawer and searching in hope that something would jump out at her. Finally third drawer in, her vision happened upon a big file. Grabbing it out, Carla shoved the drawer back in quickly, her heels running around the front of the desk and slamming the thing down. This was quite exciting, the power would soon be back in her hands and then Liam would have nothing once more. Nothing compared to this; Carla threw open the big file and the smirk quickly wiped off her face.
Instead of evidence, the original files that would show she had been embezzling money from 'Gordon's Catalogue's' Carla saw something completely different. And she didn't whether to throttle the whole bunch papers at the wall or laugh out loud as big words written in black marker stared up at her.
'I'm a dirty backdoor woman.'
Now this either a joke or Liam had been pulling her leg the whole time and had never had any such files on her to begin with. As she continued to flip through it only got more and more hysterical as she read more and more of Liam's devious filth. He was quite the piece of work and for some reason she liked it. She liked to play her games but Carla had a feeling he liked playing rougher, "I'm a filthy whore. I like it hard. I like to feel your long hard cock in my tight wet pussy,"Carla laughed out loud; hand over mouth momentarily as she thought of what a stupid fucking bastard Liam was. She was going to get him back for this, but right in the moment she was still rather shocked and blushing.
"You like that don't you?" his voice rang from behind her. Turning around in a jumble on her heels, Carla nearly jumped. Why was it that Liam Connor was always catching her off guard? He was smirking looking very proud of himself slowly raising off of the door way and walking into the office sliding the door in as he went. His blue eyes full of lust as he repeated, "You liked reading that didn't you?"
"What?" Carla tried to glare but it was impossible to keep a straight face after reading what she had.
"You liked reading all that because you know it's all true," his body was relentless, undulating against her, his hands drifting over her as he whispered in her ear, "you liked how I fucked you yesterday in that bathroom didn't you?"
Carla would never admit to it. She knew what this was all about; he was just angry that he couldn't make her say she wanted it yesterday. She never said it and yet Liam still gave her what she wanted because he was much weaker and unable to control himself. Her eyes danced back between his ready to pounce on this perceived weakness of having such lack masculinity, "You're just mad because it's so small it barely made a dent in me," Carla lied laughing as Liam furrowed his forehead, "it's like kiwi size…very small. Nothing to write home about darling." In actuality his cock was actually really huge.
"You're just a little fucking brat aren't you?" he grinned gripping at Carla's wrist as she shoved her up against the desk, "I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson in manners. What the fuck are you doing snooping around my office? Think I wouldn't be smart to hide the documents elsewhere?" There legs were intertwining in this heated struggle.
Carla didn't answer. She just kept on laughing because she knew how much it winded him up. In a split second she grabbed the sides of his head, clawing into it as she gripped her fingers against his hair. Pulling him, Carla gave him a hot ferocious kiss; biting into his lips, ready to draw blood before releasing him and slapping her hand across Liam's cheek. He groaned in frustration and anger at her games as she continued laughing; admiring how red hot his bruised cheek looked.
"Oh you like it rough do you?" he mused, "I'll show you rough then. Turn around," he commanded. Not waiting for Carla to respond, he turned her body around forcefully throwing her hands against the desk, so that she was leaning over it, her ass sticking up in the air.
Carla's body was shaking like crazy, anticipating what he was going to do to her, yearning for it with every fiber of her being. Her breaths were now shallow as she looked on at the back of his computer monitor; eyes fluttering closed as his hands touched her behind through the constraints of her outfit. From her lips escaped a stifle moan.
"Look at the paper," his voice was velvety and husky full of want as he instructed Carla to look down at the open file in front of her. Her eyes drifted over it as he whispered, "read it to me."
Carla smirked thinking of just how messed up and strange Liam really was. She thought she was the crazy one but he liked some serious kinky shit and for some reason she was ready and willing to entertain this. He made her feel so damn crazy and she wanted to know where this would lead. Looking down she read out loud, "I am a dirty—"
SMACK
She felt his hand coming down on her ass, and a sound of shock mixed in with arousal escaped her lips. His hands fumbled with her skirt pushing it up over bum to rest on her waist," Repeat it," his voice constrained and lustful.
"I'm a dirty—"
SMACK
More arousal rushed through her. Her body cascading through all these strange and crazy feelings, her mind wondering that same thing all over again; could this be love or lust? Was it both?
"Say it again. Finish it."
"I'm a—"
More and more smacks across her ass. The roughness of his hands against them made Carla swell. He was working her into an orgasm. Closing her eyes and tightening her grip on his desk, her fingernails dug into the surface of the wood as pelted her more and more, his breathing getting more and more erratic.
"Say it!"
Finally Carla whimpered out, "I'm a dirty little whore!" her back arched as she spasmed letting out breathy moans as her body rocked upward like the swells of high tide, gasping she let it escape from her lips, "I am a dirty little whore."
She wanted to say more then, wanted to say how clear it all became to her in this moment how much she'd rather be Liam's whore than ever had been Tony's wife. Only two people as messed up as them, who could find such connections in dirty little games could love one another. This was fate, it didn't change the fact that Carla was still going to ruin Liam but it did answer her question; lust had the possibly of being discovered in any and every place. But love and romance; what made it so appealing, so exciting was the fact that romance like theirs, it was born and bred in such fucked up and strangely dark places.