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.”

was hardly as pressing as tangling in the sheets

struggling to maintain control as her teasing kiss pulled

then upstairs, the bathroom,

followed was best

later, Vivienne

workout to be more draining than her

and

her, guilt written all

have been more restrained, and

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

at

did Vivienne

his lip, whispering, “Don’t

the first time was overshadowed by the

from now on, there would be no stopping her from devouring

to hold back any longer, Percival flipped them over, his voice hoarse.

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

be bliss,” Percival murmured

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

o’clock in the evening,

and Percival got dressed and began

skill Vivienne had honed at the

to expand the monastery’s fame, so they

first time conducting one since joining the monastery, as she had focused mainly

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

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

training was ingrained, and she performed with ease.

collapsed onto the sofa in Percival’s embrace.

a slice of strawberry cheesecake, but today’s exertions had left her

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

moment, then said, “I

meal Mr. Wolf had ever

time, she still believed it was the most delicious pasta in

happened to

usually keep much food here, but knowing Vivienne was staying over,

supermarket