Whisper To Me In The Dark (6 page)

Her pleas went unnoticed as the raven haired man’s feet seemed to be planted as firmly as they had first been -  in the same spot that he’d entered – what seemed to have  been hours ago. Angelica smiled uneasily, her lip quivering as his bony fingers lunged toward her. The shocking tearing sound echoed in her ears and she looked down to see the front of her beautiful dress, torn to shreds, and even more embarrassingly, the many tissues she’d used to stuff her bra to give her that voluptuous figure, flying aimlessly to the floor. The raven haired man seemed to be mesmerized, stopping in his tracks, as he watched them float gently, not expecting his voluptuous future playmate to not be as voluptuous as he had hoped for.

“
Help!!!!!!!!!” Angelica screamed at the top of her lungs, although it quickly ran through her frazzled brain that it was a futile gesture as she and he were the only ones left in the building.

As if by fate, Cash had entered the building, only moments before and had caught the last three seconds of the raven haired man’s perverted act. Towering over him by at least a foot, he grabbed the reprobate by the neck and yelled, “You ever touch her again, you disgusting piece of dirt, I will kill you. You  get out of here and never show your ugly face again.” To emphasize the boiling hatred he had for this man, Cash shoved him to the floor and kicked him once for good measure. The cowering, now crying, figure crawled to the edge of the door, grabbed the doorknob to try to prop himself up and ran like hell.

Angelica cried, “Oh Cash,” and ran into his strong arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Cash’s muscular arms encircled her, as she breathed deeply, melting into the scent of leather, tobacco, fresh grass, and absolute bliss that he always wore.

Suddenly and acutely aware of her even further state of undress and her now deflated bosom, completely humiliated and shaking, she pushed Cash away and quickly bent down to pick up all of the tissues, still strewn on the floor.

Cash bit his lip, trying to control his urge to laugh as he had seen what had just taken place, but really didn’t want to embarrass her after such a traumatic experience.  He said, “I see he knocked down your box of tissues too. Here, let me help you pick them up.”

Relieved that he hadn’t seen “that part” of the last few minutes, Angelica perked up a bit, even though her hands still shook uncontrollably. “Thank you. That would be very kind of you.”  She saved one to wipe her tears as she clumsily stuffed them back into the box although inconspicuously stuffing them back somewhere else would have made her feel even better.

Cash slyly tucked one into his pocket, as it had been pressed against her heart, and had Angelica’s always intoxicating scent of fresh strawberries and vanilla.

Cash helped Angelica lock up the front door as her hands were still shaking and she kept dropping the shiny key, which hit the floor with an uneasy clank over and over. They returned to her apartment in virtual silence, only broken by Angelica’s soft sighs.

***

Angelica dejectedly  flopped down in her pink fluffy chair as she slowly rubbed her temples, trying to get rid of the pounding headache she’d gotten from the events of the last hour.

“
What’s wrong?” Cash asked, honestly wondering why she was upset, as his personality was so calm, casual and able to take any event in stride, that he had already moved on to more pleasant thoughts.

“
What’s wrong?” was Angelica’s biting reply. “I was just attacked by some psycho!  That is what is wrong!” Immediately ashamed at her sarcastic tone, after all Cash had saved her, she quickly apologized. “I’m sorry. My nerves are just a mess. It’s just that I was so happy – finally – and then everything fell apart – so quickly. I’m sorry. I’m okay now. I just need some rest. Then I’ll be fine.”

Cash smiled brightly, showing off his dimples and winked. “I have a better idea. It’s time for you to pay me.”

Angelica raised her eyebrow quizzically, rolled her eyes and thought to herself  – He thinks paying him will make me feel better?

Cash’s long legs took only two steps as he swiftly lifted Angelica from her comfy chair. Before she had a chance to ask what in the world he was doing, he threw her on the bed so she actually bounced when she hit it and nearly whacked her head on the headboard.

“
Cut it out Cash! What in the world are you doing? I do not find this funny. My money is over there – in my white purse – by my makeup mirror.” Angelica began crawling off the bed when Cash grabbed her arms so she couldn’t move. “This is not funny Cash. Stop it now.”

“
I’m not laughing, Angel. It’s time for my payment. Consider it the first payment on the installment plan. You remember. You promised to pay me.” Angelica got shivers, just from listening to his deep baritone voice saying those words – it finally dawned on her what was going on.  “Now don’t move an inch.”

Angelica, speechless and apparently temporarily paralyzed with the shock of realizing what he thought was going to happen, just lay there dumbfounded, staring mesmerized and in complete awe as he returned from the entryway and began stripping off his shirt, laying it on the tabletop carelessly, as if this was a common event in her little home.  In the back of her mind she could hear the pitter patter of rain beginning to hit the window, but nothing seemed to quite register with her at that moment. It was all too surreal and dreamlike.

Returning to the small bed, Cash laughed, “Don’t be coy and close your mouth, Angel, it’s not like you’ve never seen a man like this before.”

Cash gently stood her up, slowly slipping her ripped dress off her shaking body, all of the while running his huge hands slowly from her neck down, deliciously down her breasts, stopping at her flat stomach, then down the inside of each thigh, tortuously slowly, and back up, heating her skin, causing sensations Angelica had never experienced before.

Angelica started to feel faint, as she barely gasped out, “Are you insane? I’m betrothed to your brother. What are you doing?”

“
Don’t have time to explain it darling.” He smiled
that
smile again, the one that made her legs weak, that made her skin tingle, that made her toes curl. “Let me show you. And I’m
not
going to take no for an answer.” Cash’s hot mouth found hers and claimed it possessively, in ways that Edward had never done, creating feelings that she’d never experienced before – ever – being with Edward. She had every intention of stopping him, of kicking him out, of telling him exactly what she thought of this insanity, of telling him how ashamed he should be when she was to be married to his own brother, but the feel of his hot, hard body pressed so intimately to hers erased any coherent thought. All she could feel was his muscular arms holding her so close – so possessively. His hands, rough and manly, caressing her soft alabaster skin -  every inch of it –  so expertly.  His scent … His massive chiseled chest … His rippling muscles … All she ached to do was to feel him inside of her.

Cash lifted her onto the bed and looked down at her. She was so beautiful, her blonde cascading hair tousled in the throes of passion, her eyes glazed with a look of ecstasy, her ruby red lips, so wet and enticing. He’d never wanted a woman so much. He’d never been so hard before. He craved the moment he’d finally be inside of her. Even the thought made him harder.

Cash grabbed her arms as he thrust hard and deep. Angelica gasped, her world around her spinning out of control, only able to concentrate on the feeling of his hot throbbing manhood so deep inside of her. Cash was too lost in his own delicious sensations to notice Angelica’s reaction. Streaks of lightning illuminated their intertwined bodies, casting erotic shadows.

His slow, steady strokes became deeper and faster, as he reached his fulfillment. His strong golden arms wrapped around her tightly, drawing her closer, so he could feel her pounding heart next to his.

***

Cash propped himself up on one elbow, smiled
that
smile, and gazed down lustily at Angelica as he asked thoughtfully, and more than a bit narcissistically, “So you have to admit that I’m a much better lover than any man that you’ve been with before.” His finger slowly paved a trail down from the hollow of her throat, slowly, tortuously, down to her navel, back and forth, as Angelica  held her breath, shaking, wondering what could possibly happen next. The only sight and feelings she seemed to be able to concentrate on was his bulging bicep and the feel of his hot breath as it caressed her skin.

“
Have you gone mute, silly girl?” Cash asked casually, amused by her reticence to answer. As much as he thought of himself, there was that one insecure part of himself that needed to hear those words from every woman he slept with.

Cash’s fingers moved up to her lips, feeling their softness, their wetness, their heat. He couldn’t resist as he again mated his mouth to hers. As much as Angelica didn’t want to admit it, she wanted to give him immense pleasure, like she knew so many other women had. She was struck with a sudden wave of jealously, of all of the women who had shared his bed before. Cash continued his sinful caresses, adding his lips to the trail he was tracing down her porcelain skin.

Just the simple feeling of Angelica’s soft body lying next to him was enough to send him over the edge again, as he grabbed her, thrust deep, filling her with his seed again, gasping, moaning, as Angelica screamed his name, her fingernails digging into his muscular back.

***

“
So you didn’t answer my question,” Cash winked and smiled that damn smile again. Why did it make her knees so weak? “I have to at least be better than boring old Edward,” he laughed.

“
Edward’s most scandalous display of affection was holding my hand. Nothing more.”  Angelica blinked back her tears.

Cash couldn’t believe that boring old Edward  was – well –  actually that boring. Cash was amazed that he hadn’t tried anything with Angelica. She was a goddess – even without all of the padding.

Cash smiled and chuckled to himself. “Well, you’ve been with other men, of course,” Cash replied thoughtfully.

“
Well of course,” Angelica lied, too embarrassed and ashamed to tell Cash the truth.

Angelica’s head was still reeling from Cash’s advances. Her mind could simply not process it all. As narcissistic as it was Cash could not conceive of a world where any woman would have any issue with him taking what he wanted – when he wanted – of him bringing her to unimaginable heights of ecstasy. Reaching his pleasure – throbbing hot inside of her. Filling her with his seed. How could there be any debate?  He was the man and that was the way it was supposed to be. It had always been that way and he wasn’t about to change now. He’d had no complaints so far.

***

Cash held Angelica close, his hand resting on her flat stomach, reveling in the feel of her soft skin pressed next to his. One thought ran through his head over and over. The man who attacked Angelica was obviously sent as a lookout to find out if she still had the valise with the jewels. But Cash didn’t want to terrify Angelica so he’d keep that disturbing little piece of information a well guarded secret from her. Cash was always around so there would be no question that she’d be safe and he didn’t want to worry her unnecessarily. Normally he would have had the man dragged off and the reprobate would be rotting in jail safely under lock and key, but Cash needed him free so he could  watch his next move.  Angelica lay peacefully with her head on Cash’s chest, simply glowing, just enjoying the sound of his deep breathing, feeling the happiest she’d ever felt in her nineteen short years. As silly as it was she loved his very hairy chest and his scent, a mixture of the fresh outdoors, leather and just the delicious smell of his golden skin. It made her knees weak. He was so virile, so manly, so unlike pathetic Edward, who carried the strangely sickening scent of mothballs.

Angelica rested peacefully with her head on Cash’s chest. She was immediately drawn to the deep scar that ran across his jaw and she had an uncontrollable need to gently caress Cash’s face in that exact spot – an area that she noticed that he tried to hide when he could. Cash flinched involuntarily at her touch.

“
How did you get this scar?” Angelica asked sweetly, as she caressed it lightly.

“
Oh that was Edward. We didn’t exactly get along when we were kids. He was the golden boy and we used to fight a lot. My ancestry is a bit of a mystery even to me, but Edward, with his blonde hair was always the pride and joy. Got everything he wanted. And it didn’t exactly sit well with me at times. He was so sickly but he used it to manipulate everyone. I’ve always lived by my own rules, “Cash replied in a sad voice. “It’s not important.” Cash’s tone now was casual but the hurt deep in his eyes belied the nonchalance in his voice.

Cash could not offer Angelica everything that he believed she deserved. He didn’t exactly have much money, but he always, always did an honest days work. He tried to live a decent life by his principles. The way he used women for his own narcissistic pleasure may have tarnished his halo more than a little bit, but he tried to do good by himself, unlike Edward  who  manipulated everyone and only relied on his money to buy his way out of his problems. Cash was a good man who may not have fit in everywhere because of his history. In all honesty Cash had no regrets about the way he lived other than the fact that he felt he didn’t really deserve Angelica. But he would take what precious moments he could with her before she went back to Edward.