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

struggling to maintain control

then upstairs, the

followed was

two hours later, Vivienne

hadn’t expected this workout to be more draining

hours, and she was completely

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

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

a smile

at

Vivienne

him, biting his lip, whispering,

was overshadowed by the pleasure

be no stopping her from devouring Mr.

longer, Percival flipped them over, his voice hoarse. “You

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

would be bliss,”

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

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

Percival got dressed and began

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

to expand the monastery’s fame,

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

their plan, Francis had

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

her training was ingrained, and she performed with ease. In

onto the sofa in

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

“What do you fancy? I’ll have

moment, then said,

Mr. Wolf had ever made for

it was the most delicious pasta in the

her forehead affectionately. “Alright, I happened to pick

much food here, but knowing Vivienne was

on pasta, but passing a supermarket with a fresh pasta stand, he couldn’t