The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Percival glanced up and found himself staring into Vivienne’s eyes, filled with desire. He coughed awkwardly.

“Ill 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 chlate after wrapping up swork 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 forto 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, cdown. 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.” Casting spells for Francis was hardly as pressing as tangling in the sheets with Mr. Wolf.

“Vivienne...” Percival gasped softly, struggling to maintain control as her teasing kiss pulled him under.

From the standing position to the sofa, then upstairs, the bathroom, and finally the bed.

What followed was best left unsaid.

Roughly two hours later, Vivienne lay spent in Percival’s arms.

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

Only two hours, and she was completely immobile.

Percival cradled her, guilt written all over his face. “I'm sorry, Vivienne!” It was self-reproach, really. He should have been more restrained, and Vivienne would not be this exhausted.

Vivienne turned, looping her arms around his neck, a smile on her lips. “Sorry for what? Not performing well?” Percival was at a loss.

When did Vivienne becso unrestrained? Vivienne rolled on top of him, biting his lip, whispering, “Don’t worry, Mr. Wolf. I'll take responsibility.” The pain of the first twas overshadowed by the pleasure that followed.

Most importantly, from now on, there would be no stopping her from devouring Mr. Wolf completely.

Unable to hold back any longer, Percival flipped them over, his voice hoarse. “You siren!” Vivienne giggled. “I am a siren indeed, Mr. Wolf. Be careful you don’t lose your soul to me!” “To lose my life to you would be bliss,” Percival murmured before their lips met again.

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

Finally, at ten o'clock in the evening, their stormy escapade ended.

Vivienne and Percival got dressed and began their ritual.

Holding a seance was a skill Vivienne had honed at the Emerald Monastery, which also offered such services.

However, Finnian had no desire to expand the monastery’s fame, so they seldom performed these rituals.

For Vivienne, it was her first tconducting one since joining the monastery, as she had focused mainly on her medical practice.

For the sake of their plan, Francis had to die. But—death ctoo easily to him.

So, she needed to ensure his afterlife would be troubled. Let him be reborn in the realm of beasts in his next life.

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

In just about an hour, she was done.

Once the villa was cleared of talismans, Vivienne collapsed onto the sofa in Percival’s embrace. “Mr. Wolf, I'm starving!” She rarely ate at night, except for a slice of strawberry cheesecake, but today’s exertions had left her famished.

Percival stroked her hair. “What do you fancy? I'll have something delivered.” Vivienne pondered a moment, then said, “I crave your homemade pasta.” The first meal Mr. Wolf had ever made for her was pasta.

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

Percival kissed her forehead affectionately. “Alright, | happened to pick up sfresh ingredients today.” He didn’t usually keep much food here, but knowing Vivienne was staying over, he had bought ingredients for the next morning’s breakfast.

He hadn't planned on pasta, but passing a supermarket with a fresh pasta stand, he couldn't resist.

Percival asked Vivienne to rest on the couch while he cooked.

Soon, he served the pasta.

Vivienne ate to her heart's content, and after Percival tidied up ,she sat on his lap wrapping her arms around his’ neck. “Mr. Wolf, let's go to sleep.” Percival hesitated. “Vivienne, maybe we should take it easy.” The young woman, having tasted the forbidden fruit, seemed insatiable.

Vivienne paused, a flicker of confusion crossing her face. “Take what easy?” Percival cleared his throat, a hint of color tinging his usually stoic features. “Your first time, it shouldn't be too...

frequent.” Vivienne was speechless.

She looked at Percival, her expression one of wry amusement. “I really meant | wanted to sleep, not do you!” Percival was at a loss for words.

Catching sight of Percival's flustered look, Vivienne playfully lifted his ghin with a finger However if you are in need .I suppose I could shower you with saffection before hitting the hay.” “Let's just sleep...” His little Vivienne was acting more like a wolf than he was. Tto get sshut-eye, pronto.

Otherwise, who knew if she might pounce on him again! But just as Percival rose to his feet, Vivienne suddenly pressed her lips to his.

Percival’s breath hitched; his hand meant to stop her froze mid-air before slowly descending to rest on her waist.

Minutes later, Vivienne pulled back, a playful smile on her face. “Mr. Wolf.

excess of pleasure can be harmful to your health .You're not as young anymore; watch out for your well-being.” With that, she swiftly slid off him and headed upstairs.

Leaving Percival behind, his body alight with a wildfire of emotions, his eyes blazing with intensity! In a flash, he stood up, striding towards Vivienne, scooping her up in a swift, horizontal lift. “Think you can teaseand just run off? Not a chance.” He marched up to the master bedroom, into the bathroom, and flicked on the heat lamps.

Then, the bathroom beca steamy battleground of passion!