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 in the sheets with Mr.

struggling to maintain control

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

was best left

hours later, Vivienne lay spent

this workout to be more draining than

and

cradled her, guilt written all

He should have been more restrained,

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

at

Vivienne

top of him, biting his lip, whispering,

time was overshadowed by the

would be no stopping her from devouring

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

siren indeed, Mr. Wolf. Be

lose my life to you would be bliss,” Percival

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

o’clock in the evening, their stormy

dressed and

honed at the Emerald Monastery, which

Finnian had no desire to expand the monastery’s

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

had to die. But—death came too easily to

ensure his afterlife would be troubled. Let him be reborn in the

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

the villa was cleared of talismans, Vivienne collapsed onto the sofa

of strawberry cheesecake, but today’s exertions had

her hair. “What do you fancy?

said, “I crave your

meal Mr. Wolf had ever made for

still believed it was the most delicious

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

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

passing a supermarket with a fresh pasta stand,