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.”

as pressing as tangling in the sheets

maintain control as her teasing kiss

then upstairs,

was best left

hours later, Vivienne lay spent in Percival’s

to be more draining than her regular

two hours, and she was

written all over

He should have been more restrained,

her arms around his neck, a smile on her

was at

did Vivienne

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

pain of the first time was overshadowed by

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

to hold back any longer, Percival flipped them over, his

Wolf. Be careful you don’t lose your

you would be bliss,” Percival murmured

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

the evening, their stormy escapade

dressed and began their

a seance was a skill Vivienne had honed at the Emerald

expand the monastery’s fame, so

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

had to die. But—death came

Let him be reborn in the realm

Vivienne seldom conducted rituals for others, her training was ingrained, and she performed with

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

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

do you fancy? I’ll have

then said, “I crave your homemade

first meal Mr. Wolf had ever

she still believed it was the most delicious pasta in the

happened to pick up

much food here, but knowing Vivienne was

passing a supermarket with a fresh