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 in the sheets with Mr.

gasped softly, struggling to maintain control

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

followed was best

hours later, Vivienne lay spent in Percival’s

to be more draining than her

and she

cradled her, guilt written all

self-reproach, really. He should have been more restrained, and

arms around his neck, a smile

was at

Vivienne become

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

was overshadowed

would be no stopping her from devouring

flipped them over, his

indeed, Mr. Wolf. Be careful you don’t

you would be

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

in the

Percival got dressed and

a skill Vivienne had honed at the Emerald Monastery, which also offered such

Finnian had no desire to expand the monastery’s fame,

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

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

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

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

of talismans, Vivienne collapsed onto

slice of strawberry cheesecake,

do you

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

had ever made for

she still believed it was the most

kissed her forehead affectionately. “Alright, I happened

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

a supermarket with a fresh