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.”

Francis was hardly as pressing as tangling in the sheets with Mr.

softly, struggling to maintain control as her

the sofa, then upstairs, the bathroom, and

was best left

later, Vivienne lay spent

hadn’t expected this workout to be more draining than

hours, and she was completely

all

was self-reproach, really. He should have been more restrained, and Vivienne

smile

was at

did Vivienne become

of him, biting his lip, whispering, “Don’t worry,

pain of the first time was overshadowed by the pleasure that

from now on, there would be no stopping her

hold back any longer, Percival flipped them over, his voice

Mr. Wolf. Be careful you don’t

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

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

ten o’clock in the

dressed and began their

had honed at

had no desire to expand the monastery’s fame,

Vivienne, it was her first time conducting one since joining the monastery, as she had focused mainly on her

Francis had to die.

she needed to ensure his afterlife would be troubled. Let him be reborn in

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

onto

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

do you fancy?

moment, then said, “I crave your

Mr. Wolf had

time, she still believed it was the most delicious

I happened to pick

much food here, but knowing Vivienne was staying over, he had bought ingredients for the next

planned on pasta, but passing a supermarket with a fresh pasta