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.”

for Francis was hardly as pressing as tangling in the

control as her teasing kiss pulled

then upstairs, the

was

later, Vivienne lay

be more draining than

hours, and she was

all over his face.

have been more restrained,

arms around his neck, a smile on her lips. “Sorry for what? Not

was at a

Vivienne become

him, biting his lip, whispering, “Don’t worry, Mr. Wolf. I’ll take

first time was overshadowed by

be no

longer, Percival flipped them over,

giggled. “I am a siren indeed, Mr. Wolf.

my life to you would be bliss,” Percival murmured before their lips

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

o’clock in the evening, their stormy

and Percival got dressed

was a skill Vivienne had honed at the Emerald

expand the monastery’s fame, so they seldom performed these

time conducting one since joining the monastery, as she had focused mainly on her medical

plan, Francis had to die. But—death came

she needed to ensure his afterlife would be troubled. Let him be reborn in the realm of beasts in

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

the villa was cleared of talismans, Vivienne collapsed onto the sofa in Percival’s embrace. “Mr.

of strawberry cheesecake, but today’s

do you fancy? I’ll have something

pondered a moment, then said, “I crave your homemade

had ever

this time, she still believed it was

affectionately. “Alright, I happened to pick up

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

a supermarket with