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 with

gasped softly, struggling to maintain control as her teasing kiss

sofa, then

followed was

two hours later, Vivienne lay spent in

workout to be more draining than her regular

hours, and she

guilt written all over his

more restrained, and

arms around his neck, a smile on her lips. “Sorry for

at a

Vivienne become so

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

the first time was overshadowed by the pleasure

now on, there would be no stopping

Percival flipped

a siren indeed, Mr. Wolf. Be careful you

would be bliss,” Percival murmured before

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

at ten o’clock in the evening, their stormy

got dressed and

was a skill Vivienne had honed at the Emerald

expand the monastery’s

it was her first time conducting one since joining the

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

Let him be reborn in the realm

her training was ingrained, and she performed with ease.

villa was cleared of talismans, Vivienne collapsed onto the sofa in Percival’s

of strawberry

hair. “What do you fancy? I’ll have something

then said, “I crave

Mr. Wolf had ever made

all this time, she still believed it was the most delicious

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

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

pasta, but passing a supermarket with a fresh pasta