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

the sofa, then upstairs, the bathroom,

was best left

later, Vivienne lay

workout to be more draining than her

and

her, guilt written all over his face. “I’m

have been more

his neck, a smile on her lips.

was at a

did Vivienne become

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

was overshadowed by the pleasure that

would be no stopping her from devouring Mr. Wolf

to hold back any longer, Percival flipped

am a siren indeed, Mr. Wolf. Be careful you don’t lose

to you would be bliss,” Percival murmured before

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

the evening, their

got dressed and began their

was a skill Vivienne had honed at the Emerald Monastery, which

the monastery’s

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

the sake of their plan, Francis had to die.

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

rituals for others, her training was ingrained, and she performed with

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

slice of strawberry cheesecake,

“What do you fancy?

moment, then said, “I crave

had ever made for her was

it was the

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

Vivienne was staying over, he had bought ingredients

on pasta, but passing a supermarket with