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.”

as pressing as tangling in

softly, struggling to maintain control as her teasing kiss pulled him

to the sofa, then upstairs,

followed was best left

two hours later, Vivienne lay

hadn’t expected this workout to be more

and she

guilt written all over his

have been more restrained, and Vivienne would

arms around his neck, a smile on

at a

did Vivienne become

rolled on top of him, biting his lip, whispering, “Don’t worry, Mr.

of the first time was overshadowed by the

there would be no stopping her from devouring Mr. Wolf

back any longer, Percival flipped

indeed, Mr. Wolf. Be careful you don’t

to you would be bliss,” Percival

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

at ten o’clock in the

and Percival got dressed and began

honed at the

had no desire to expand the monastery’s fame, so they seldom performed these

it was her first time conducting one since joining the

of their plan, Francis had

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

others, her training was ingrained, and she performed with ease. In just

collapsed onto the

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

do you fancy? I’ll

pondered a moment, then said, “I crave your

meal Mr. Wolf had

it was the most delicious

affectionately. “Alright, I happened to pick up some fresh ingredients

usually keep much food here, but knowing Vivienne was

passing a supermarket with a fresh pasta stand, he couldn’t