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

control as

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

followed was

two hours later, Vivienne lay spent

to be

and she was

written all over his face.

was self-reproach, really. He should have been more restrained, and Vivienne would not be

her arms around his neck, a smile on her lips. “Sorry for what? Not

at

did Vivienne

him, biting his lip, whispering, “Don’t worry, Mr. Wolf. I’ll take

of the first time was

there would be

back any longer, Percival flipped them over, his voice

siren indeed, Mr. Wolf. Be careful

be bliss,” Percival murmured before their lips met

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

the

Percival got dressed and began their

Vivienne had honed at

expand the monastery’s fame, so they seldom performed these

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

their plan, Francis had to

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

for others, her training was ingrained, and she performed with ease. In just about an hour,

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

rarely ate at night, except for a slice of strawberry

do you fancy?

moment, then said, “I

meal Mr. Wolf had ever made for her

she still believed it was the most delicious pasta in the

affectionately. “Alright, I happened to pick up some

was staying over, he had bought ingredients for

planned on pasta, but passing a supermarket