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.”

spells for Francis was hardly as pressing as tangling

softly, struggling to maintain control as

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

was best

two hours later, Vivienne

workout to be more draining

and

written all over his face. “I’m

He should have been more restrained,

turned, looping her arms around his neck, a smile on

at

did Vivienne become so

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

the first time was overshadowed by

there would be no stopping

any longer, Percival flipped them

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

lose my life to you would be bliss,” Percival

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

in the evening, their stormy

Percival got dressed and

skill Vivienne had honed

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

was her first time conducting one since joining the

had to die.

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

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

onto the sofa in Percival’s embrace. “Mr.

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

do

pondered a moment, then said, “I crave your homemade

first meal Mr. Wolf had ever

time, she still believed it was the most

affectionately. “Alright, I happened to pick

keep much food here, but knowing Vivienne was staying over, he had bought ingredients

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