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.”

was hardly as pressing as tangling in the sheets

Percival gasped softly, struggling to maintain control as her

position to the sofa, then upstairs,

followed was

later, Vivienne lay spent in

hadn’t expected this workout to be more draining than her

two hours, and she

written all over

have been more restrained, and Vivienne would not be

her arms around his neck, a smile on her lips.

at a

Vivienne

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

time was overshadowed

from now on, there would be no stopping her from

hold back any longer, Percival flipped them over, his voice

giggled. “I am a siren indeed, Mr. Wolf. Be careful you don’t lose your

to you would be bliss,” Percival murmured before

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

at ten o’clock in the evening, their stormy escapade

got dressed and began their

honed at

no desire to expand the monastery’s fame, so they seldom

it was her first time conducting one since joining the monastery, as

had to die. But—death came too easily

afterlife would be troubled. Let him be reborn in the realm

ingrained, and

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

night, except for a slice of strawberry cheesecake, but

“What do you

a moment, then said, “I crave your

Mr. Wolf had

still believed it was the most delicious

happened to pick up some fresh

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

but passing a supermarket with a