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.”

was hardly as pressing as tangling in the sheets

to maintain control as her teasing kiss

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

followed was

Vivienne

expected this workout to be more draining than

hours, and

all

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

his neck, a smile on her lips. “Sorry

was at a

Vivienne

his lip, whispering,

the first time was overshadowed by

on, there would be no stopping her

Percival flipped them over,

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

lose my life to you would be bliss,” Percival

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

in the evening, their

got dressed and

honed at the Emerald Monastery, which also offered such

expand the monastery’s fame, so they seldom performed

conducting one since joining the monastery, as

had to

Let him be reborn in the

for others, her training was ingrained, and she performed

collapsed onto the sofa in Percival’s embrace. “Mr. Wolf,

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

hair. “What do you fancy?

said, “I

had ever made for her was

believed it was the

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

was staying over, he had bought ingredients for the next

supermarket with a fresh pasta stand, he couldn’t