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

maintain control as

standing position to the sofa, then upstairs,

was best left

later, Vivienne lay spent in

this workout to be more draining than her regular fitness

and

guilt written all over

should have been more restrained, and Vivienne would not

smile on

was at

Vivienne become

of him, biting his lip, whispering, “Don’t

of the first time was overshadowed by the pleasure

would be no

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

“I am a siren indeed, Mr. Wolf. Be

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

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

ten o’clock in the evening, their stormy

dressed and

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

the monastery’s fame, so they seldom

since joining the monastery, as she

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

afterlife would be troubled. Let him be reborn in the realm

for others, her training was ingrained, and she performed with ease. In just about

of talismans, Vivienne collapsed onto the sofa

of strawberry cheesecake, but today’s exertions had

do you fancy? I’ll have something

a moment, then said, “I crave

Mr. Wolf had

time, she still believed it was the most

her forehead affectionately. “Alright, I happened to

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

planned on pasta, but passing a supermarket with a fresh