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.”

spells for Francis was hardly as pressing as tangling in the

maintain control as her teasing kiss pulled

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

followed was best left

two hours later, Vivienne

to be more

two hours, and she was

written all over his face. “I’m sorry,

really. He should have been more restrained, and Vivienne would not

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

was at a

Vivienne become

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

the first time was overshadowed by the pleasure that

now on, there would be no

longer, Percival flipped them over, his voice hoarse.

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

to you would be bliss,” Percival murmured before

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

o’clock in the evening, their stormy

dressed and began their

seance was a skill Vivienne had honed at the Emerald Monastery, which also offered such

desire to expand the monastery’s fame, so they seldom

one since joining

of their plan, Francis had to die. But—death came too easily

ensure his afterlife would be troubled. Let him

others, her training was ingrained, and

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

night, except for a slice of

hair. “What do you fancy? I’ll have

said,

Mr. Wolf had ever made for her

she still believed it was the most delicious pasta in

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

didn’t usually keep much food here, but knowing Vivienne was staying

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