Barbarian (Empire #2) Read Online Penelope Sky

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Chick Lit, Crime, Dark, Mafia, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Empire Series by Penelope Sky
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Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 61942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
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“I just want you to have everything you deserve.”

She didn’t say anything for a while. “I appreciate the offer, but I like my apartment. I’d reconsider if the new apartment included you…” She didn’t hold my gaze as she made the suggestion.

“You want to live with me?” It was hard to imagine at first, sharing my space with someone else, day and night, opening my closet and seeing dresses and heels on one side of it. When I walked into the bathroom, there would be perfume and makeup on the counter, a pink razor in the shower. The top drawer of my dresser would have her delicates, her brightly colored thongs and lacy bras. It would be an infringement on my space, my identity. But if she lived there…I’d see her wear my t-shirt to bed, see her strut across the room in just her panties when she got out of the shower, see her without makeup first thing in the morning.

She still didn’t look at me. “Yes…if you asked.”

I almost did.

But it would be wrong to ask, not when my own men wanted me dead. My residence was a possible location for a hit, and the last thing I wanted was Laura there, especially in the event that I wasn’t.

So I said nothing.

It was awkward at first, as if she expected me to ask, and when I didn’t, the tension slowly faded. “I have to go.” I left the bed, put out the remainder of the cigar, and dressed in the clothes I’d arrived in.

She pulled on one of her oversized shirts. The material was thin, so her nipples were hard through the fabric. When she walked me to the door, she didn’t seem angry or disappointed by my rejection. She still seemed happy that she had me at all.

When she looked at me like that, like I was the best thing that had ever happened to her, it did some crazy shit to me. Made me consider options I’d never considered before. Made me think of a different way of life.

She walked me to the door. “Good morning.” She gave me a quick kiss goodbye.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

18

LAURA

It’d been a long time since I’d been in my office. There were actually a couple cobwebs underneath the desk. I sent out some emails, made some calls, told my clients I was back in business—and would remain that way for the foreseeable future.

It was good to be back to work, back in Paris, back in my apartment, back with Bartholomew. But I still felt a bit empty after my father had threatened to kill me. I didn’t expect much from him, but it was still hard to brush off his cruelty.

I wished I’d killed him.

But now I would never get that chance again.

The downside to having a vampire for a boyfriend was the opposite schedules. When I was at work, he was asleep. When I was asleep, he was at work. It was never an ideal time to text or call.

His message popped up on my screen. You have plans tonight.

I do? I hope they involve me getting laid…

If you play your cards right.

Looks like I’m wearing something slutty. Where are we going?

Dinner.

Wow, Bartholomew was taking me to dinner. That was a first.

I’ll pick you up at 7.

I stuck with a little black dress, made of spandex so it was skintight, with two little straps over my shoulders. I paired it with gold jewelry and black heels. It was the first time I’d gone out in public with Bartholomew in Paris, and it made me nervous—like it was a first date.

It was definitely the first of its kind.

When he picked me up, I was surprised to see him in clothes other than his black jeans and boots.

The man actually owned a collared shirt.

And he looked gooooood.

I looked him up and down, so absorbed in my stare I missed the sight of him checking me out. “So, you do own other clothes.”

He ignored what I said and fisted my hair as he kissed me. As always, his big hand squeezed my ass, sliding underneath the material to touch the flesh with his bare fingers. He always manhandled me when he saw me, but I didn’t mind it in the least.

He pulled down one of the straps then yanked the dress so one of my tits popped out. He did that as he backed me into the wall.

“What about dinner?” I asked as he groped me against the wall, hiking up my dress and yanking down my thong. I was breathless, feeling his scorching kiss on my exposed neck.

“You think I’m not going to fuck you when you’re dressed like that?” He turned me around and pushed me against the wall. He shoved himself inside me an instant later, his big dick hitting me deep.


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