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.”

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

to maintain control as her

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

followed was

hours later, Vivienne lay spent

expected this workout to be more

two hours, and she was completely

written all over his

been more restrained, and

smile on her lips. “Sorry

was at

Vivienne become so

his lip, whispering, “Don’t worry, Mr.

first time was overshadowed by the pleasure

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

longer, Percival flipped them over,

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

to you would be bliss,” Percival murmured before their

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

ten o’clock in the

and Percival got dressed

skill Vivienne had honed at the Emerald Monastery, which

had no desire to expand the

first time conducting one since joining the monastery, as she had focused

had to die. But—death came

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

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

onto

a slice of strawberry cheesecake,

hair. “What do you fancy? I’ll have

said, “I crave

meal Mr. Wolf had ever made

it was the most

“Alright, I happened to pick up

didn’t usually keep much food here, but knowing Vivienne was staying over, he had bought ingredients for the

hadn’t planned on pasta, but passing a supermarket with a fresh pasta stand, he