Crimson Vengeance by Sheri Lewis Wohl Read Free Book Online

did, Adriana gently tied the silky black scarf around her eyes, sending her into delicious darkness.
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    Jorge Santos left his wife’s house even though he didn’t like it.
    He didn’t agree with Ivy at all. But, at times it was much better to retreat than to fight with her. Tonight was definitely one for retreat.
    Ivy was a woman of moods, and she was in one now. She was much more fun when she was relaxed and pliable. Of course, it had been a really long time since she’d been either. At least around him.
    The parking lot at his favorite lounge was full when he pulled in.
Good
. He needed more than just a drink, and by the look of things, the field would be promising. It took two complete loops around the lot before he found a space for the truck.
    He flipped down the visor and studied himself in the small lighted mirror. He smiled, ran a hand over his hair, and pushed the visor back up. He popped open the glove box and took out a small bottle of cologne, splashed a little in his hands, and patted his neck. He rolled his head before straightening his shirt. Now, he was ready.
    Inside, a band played and the noise level was just this side of a roar.
Perfect.
Jorge sauntered into the lounge and could feel eyes on him as he crossed to the bar. His smile was his best feature. It drew women like flies.
    He scanned the room at the same time he moved through it and quickly forgot his irritation at Ivy’s rebuff. One woman’s rejection was another woman’s golden opportunity.

    It might turn out to be a great night after all. He liked what he was seeing. “Promising” didn’t begin to describe the crowd tonight, even given the late hour. He winked at a black-haired beauty in a skin-tight shirt that barely kept her boobs from falling out.
Un
hombre feliz
.
    It wasn’t boob-girl that made his groin tighten, though. Not even close. He picked up the beer the bartender slid across to him and took a swallow without taking his eyes off the beautiful woman in a far booth. The beer was icy and delicious, while his body grew hotter by the second. The woman’s gaze met his and never wavered.
    As he walked to her booth, he licked his lips.
    “Hola.” He propped himself against the outside of the booth, making sure to turn his hips in her direction. Not a bad idea to display the goods.
    “Hello.” She drew the word out slow, sexy.
    Jorge swept his gaze over her. Nice. Her long, dark blond hair fell over her shoulders in golden waves reaching her waist.
    He did love long hair. Never did understand why Ivy cut hers off.
    Green eyes peered at him from beneath long lush lashes. Her lips, red and full, beckoned to be kissed. Her skin was so white and smooth it seemed to scream for the pleasing touch of his skilled hands.
    He set his beer on her table and held out a hand. “Would you like to dance?” He wanted to press his body very close to hers. Not just gift her with a look at the goods, but let her feel too. Hard to resist what he had to offer.
    “Very much.” She took his outstretched hand and he pulled her to her feet. Her hand was cool yet soft in his, tiny with long, elegant fingers.
    She was even more beautiful standing up. She wasn’t very tall, barely over five feet, yet possessed a presence that made her seem anything but small. Jorge liked his women substantial, though he could certainly make an exception for this one. Tiny as she might be, she had beautiful breasts and a small, tight ass. Her hair was soft and shiny as he wound his hands through it and brought it to his face to inhale its sweet scent. Perfection in a petite package.

    “I’m Jorge,” he told her as he pulled her into his arms, pressing close against her. Her breasts pushed into his chest and his cock immediately responded. He moved even closer, knowing the feel of his big cock would please her. All the women liked what he could deliver, while men envied him. It was just one of his many charms and one he was particularly proud of.
    She rubbed