The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Percival glanced up and found himself staring into Vivienne’s eyes, filled with desire. He coughed awkwardly.

“I’ll just go get changed.”

He rarely visited this villa, and even when he did, he preferred to shower in the master bedroom upstairs.

Today, he had come home late after wrapping up some work and figured that Vivienne would be arriving soon, so he decided to freshen up downstairs.

He never expected to bump into Vivienne like this.

Her gaze seemed to devour him.

The feeling was mutual.

Yet, they weren’t married yet, and Percival didn’t want to take things too far before their wedding day. He believed that was the greatest respect he could show Vivienne.

Just as Percival was about to change, Vivienne pounced, wrapping her legs around his waist, her voice dripping with seduction. “Mr. Wolf, can’t wait for me to take you? Denial isn’t your strong suit!”

Percival was speechless, denying it inwardly, “That’s not true, not at all.”

Vivienne eyed his thin, enticing lips, swallowing hard.

What should she do? She was dying for a taste! But it seemed Mr. Wolf wasn’t too keen on the idea.

Would it be so wrong to steal a kiss?

Percival, feeling her gaze, said helplessly, “Vivienne, you’re drooling!”

“You’re too tempting!” Vivienne admitted, aware of her own desire.

It was pathetic, really. She had no defense against Mr. Wolf’s irresistible charm.

Percival, holding Vivienne, said tenderly, “Darling, come down. We’ve got business to attend to.”

Vivienne intended to comply, but her body had other plans.

Just the sight of Mr. Wolf’s lips made her want to taste them.

And with that thought, she acted, biting down on Percival’s lip, her voice sultry. “Business can wait.”

pressing as tangling in the sheets with

maintain control as her teasing kiss pulled him

position to the sofa, then upstairs, the bathroom, and

followed was best

hours later, Vivienne lay spent in

workout to be more draining than

two hours, and she was

all over his

He should have been more restrained, and Vivienne

around his neck, a smile on her lips.

at a

did Vivienne become

his lip, whispering,

first time was overshadowed by

now on, there would be no stopping her from devouring Mr.

to hold back any longer, Percival flipped them over, his voice hoarse.

am a siren indeed, Mr. Wolf. Be careful you don’t lose your soul to

lose my life to you would be bliss,” Percival murmured before

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

at ten o’clock in the

dressed

had honed at the Emerald Monastery, which also offered

expand the monastery’s fame, so they seldom performed these

conducting one since joining the monastery, as

had to die. But—death came too easily to

ensure his afterlife would be troubled. Let him be reborn in the realm of beasts in his

Vivienne seldom conducted rituals for others, her training was ingrained, and she performed with ease.

the villa was cleared of talismans, Vivienne collapsed onto the

rarely ate at night, except for a slice of strawberry cheesecake, but today’s exertions had left

hair. “What do

pondered a moment, then said, “I crave your

first meal Mr. Wolf had

time, she still believed it was

happened

knowing Vivienne was staying over, he

pasta, but passing a supermarket with a