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.”

Francis was hardly as pressing as tangling in

control as her

standing position to the sofa, then upstairs,

was

hours later, Vivienne lay spent in Percival’s

to be more draining

hours, and she was completely

cradled her, guilt written all over his

He should have been more restrained, and Vivienne would not be

arms around his neck, a smile on her

was at

did Vivienne

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

first time was overshadowed by

now on, there would be no stopping her from devouring Mr. Wolf

longer, Percival flipped them over,

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

be bliss,” Percival murmured before

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

at ten o’clock in the evening, their stormy escapade

and Percival got dressed

was a skill Vivienne had honed at

Finnian had no desire to expand the

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

plan, Francis had to die. But—death came

would be troubled. Let him be reborn in the realm

conducted rituals for others, her training was ingrained, and she

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

of strawberry cheesecake, but today’s exertions had left

stroked her hair. “What do you fancy? I’ll

pondered a moment, then said, “I

first meal Mr. Wolf had ever made

all this time, she still believed it was

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

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

on pasta, but passing a supermarket with a fresh pasta stand,