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 the sheets with

Percival gasped softly, struggling to maintain control as her teasing kiss

the standing position to the sofa, then upstairs, the bathroom, and finally

was

Vivienne lay spent in Percival’s

hadn’t expected this workout to be more draining than her

and she

written all over his face.

more restrained, and Vivienne would not be

turned, looping her arms around his neck, a smile on

was at a

did Vivienne become

of him, biting his lip,

the first time was overshadowed by the pleasure that

importantly, from now on, there would be

Percival flipped

giggled. “I am a siren indeed, Mr. Wolf. Be careful you don’t

my life to you would be

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

the evening,

dressed and began

had honed at the Emerald Monastery, which

had no desire to expand the monastery’s fame, so they seldom

joining the monastery, as she had focused mainly on her

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

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

ingrained, and she performed with

talismans, Vivienne collapsed onto the sofa in Percival’s embrace. “Mr. Wolf, I’m

of strawberry

stroked her hair. “What do you fancy?

said, “I crave your homemade

Mr. Wolf had ever made for her was

she still believed it was the most delicious pasta in the

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

much food here, but knowing Vivienne was staying over, he had bought ingredients for the next morning’s

planned on pasta, but passing a supermarket with