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.”

Francis was hardly as pressing as tangling

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

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

followed was

Vivienne lay spent

to be more draining

two hours, and she was completely

all over his face. “I’m sorry,

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

a smile on

was at

Vivienne

his lip, whispering, “Don’t worry,

the first time was overshadowed by

now on, there would be no stopping her

flipped them

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

be bliss,” Percival murmured before their lips

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

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

dressed and

had honed at the Emerald Monastery, which

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

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

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

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

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

Vivienne collapsed onto the

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

stroked her hair. “What do you

moment, then said, “I crave your

meal Mr. Wolf had ever made for

she still believed it was the most delicious pasta

kissed her forehead affectionately. “Alright, I happened to pick up

knowing Vivienne was staying over, he had bought ingredients for

but passing a supermarket with a fresh pasta stand, he