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.”

hardly as pressing as tangling in the sheets

softly, struggling to maintain control as her teasing kiss

position to the sofa, then

followed was best left

later, Vivienne lay spent in Percival’s

this workout to be more draining than

two hours, and

her, guilt written all over his

should have been more restrained, and Vivienne

smile on her lips. “Sorry for what? Not performing

was at a

Vivienne become

rolled on top of him, biting his lip, whispering,

the first time was overshadowed by the

there would be no stopping her from devouring Mr. Wolf

hold back any longer, Percival flipped them over,

Wolf. Be careful

to you would be bliss,” Percival

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

at ten o’clock in the evening,

got dressed

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

expand the monastery’s fame, so they seldom performed

her first time conducting one since joining the monastery, as she

plan, Francis had to die. But—death came

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

training was ingrained, and she performed with

onto the sofa in Percival’s embrace. “Mr. Wolf,

of strawberry cheesecake, but today’s

hair. “What do you fancy? I’ll have

moment, then said, “I crave

had

believed it

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

didn’t usually keep much food here, but knowing Vivienne was staying over, he had bought ingredients for

hadn’t planned on pasta, but passing a supermarket with a fresh pasta stand,