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.”

was hardly as pressing as tangling in the

to maintain control as her teasing kiss pulled him

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

was best

hours later, Vivienne

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

and she was

her, guilt written all

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

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

was at a

did Vivienne

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

was overshadowed

from now on, there would be no stopping her from

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

indeed, Mr. Wolf. Be

my life to you would be bliss,” Percival murmured

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

ten o’clock in the evening, their

and Percival got dressed

had honed at the Emerald Monastery, which

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

joining the monastery, as she had

sake of their plan, Francis had to die. But—death

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

and she performed with ease. In just

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

a slice of strawberry cheesecake, but

stroked her hair. “What do

a moment, then said, “I

Wolf had ever made for her was

all this time, she still believed it was the most delicious pasta in the

happened to pick up some fresh ingredients

keep much food here, but knowing Vivienne was staying over, he

a supermarket with