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

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

position to the sofa, then upstairs, the

was

hours later, Vivienne lay spent in Percival’s

hadn’t expected this workout to be more

and she

her, guilt written all over his face.

been more restrained, and Vivienne

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

at a

Vivienne

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

was overshadowed by the

would be no stopping her from devouring Mr.

Percival flipped them over, his voice

a siren indeed, Mr. Wolf. Be careful

lose my life to you would be bliss,” Percival murmured before their lips

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

in the evening, their stormy

and Percival got dressed and began

was a skill Vivienne had honed at

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

joining the monastery, as she had focused

their plan, Francis had to die. But—death came too easily

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

Vivienne seldom conducted rituals 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,

a slice of strawberry

do

a moment, then said, “I crave your homemade

Mr. Wolf had ever

all this time, she still believed it was

kissed her forehead affectionately. “Alright, I happened

knowing Vivienne was staying over,

supermarket with a fresh pasta stand, he couldn’t