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 the sheets with

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

sofa, then upstairs,

was best

later, Vivienne lay spent in

hadn’t expected this workout to be more draining

and she was

written all over his

should have been more restrained, and Vivienne would

smile on her lips. “Sorry for

was at a

Vivienne become

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

the first time was overshadowed by the pleasure

be no stopping her

any longer, Percival flipped them over,

giggled. “I am a siren indeed, Mr. Wolf. Be careful you don’t lose your

you would be bliss,” Percival murmured before their

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

in the evening,

got dressed

was a skill Vivienne had honed

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

since joining the monastery, as

of their plan, Francis had

him be reborn in

ingrained, and she performed with ease. In just

talismans, Vivienne collapsed onto the sofa in Percival’s embrace. “Mr. Wolf, I’m

night, except for a slice of strawberry cheesecake, but today’s

stroked her hair. “What do you

moment, then said, “I crave your

first meal Mr. Wolf had ever made for her was

this time, she still believed it was

I happened to pick up some fresh ingredients

but knowing Vivienne was staying over, he

hadn’t planned on pasta, but passing a supermarket