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 as her

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

followed was

later, Vivienne lay spent in Percival’s

be more draining than her

hours, and she

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

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

looping her arms around his neck, a smile on her lips. “Sorry for what? Not

was at

did Vivienne become so

top of him, biting his lip, whispering, “Don’t worry, Mr. Wolf. I’ll take

first time was overshadowed by the pleasure that

be

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

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

you would be bliss,” Percival

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

ten o’clock in the evening, their stormy escapade

Percival got dressed and

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

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

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

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

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

ingrained, and she performed with ease. In just about

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

for a slice of strawberry

her hair. “What do you fancy? I’ll

said,

meal Mr. Wolf had ever made for her

all this time, she still believed it was the most

“Alright, I happened to

knowing Vivienne was staying over, he had bought ingredients for

a supermarket with a fresh