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.”

pressing as tangling

Percival gasped softly, struggling to maintain control as her

the sofa, then upstairs, the bathroom, and finally

followed was best left

hours later, Vivienne lay

be more draining than her regular

and she was

cradled her, guilt written all over his

He should have been more restrained, and Vivienne would not be this

around his neck, a smile

was at

Vivienne become so

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

time was

from now on, there would be no stopping her from devouring

any longer, Percival flipped them over, his voice hoarse. “You

siren indeed, Mr. Wolf.

be

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

o’clock in the evening,

got dressed and

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

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

time conducting one since joining the

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

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

training was ingrained, and she performed with ease. In just about an hour, she

collapsed onto the sofa in

rarely ate at night, except for a slice of strawberry cheesecake, but today’s exertions had left her

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

pondered a moment, then said, “I crave your

first meal Mr. Wolf had

believed it was the most delicious pasta in the

happened to pick up some fresh ingredients

knowing Vivienne was staying over, he had

planned on pasta, but passing a supermarket with a fresh pasta stand, he