The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 698

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.”

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 become so 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 time was 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.