King Of The Winter Forest

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Vivianne Skye is your average secretary who would drown in papers and work endless nights. She was the ugly duckling from her office, the one everyone bullied. But once Vivianne was out of her suit, she was no longer the ugly duckling but the famous writer Kiara. Her normal busy life takes a sudden 360 when she decides to go on a trip with her best friends, making that her last time with them as she finds herself transported to a white forest and in the arms of someone she has only dreamed of. The man with crystal blue eyes, and the one she has had a wet dream? Baffled and confused, Vivianne tries to return to her world, but what happens when she finds herself unable to leave the King of the Winter Forest? Will she try to free herself from the only man who has ever made her feel desire? Or will the lies and tricks he has been playing push her to her limits?

Fantasy / Erotica
Silver Taurus
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1. King of the Winter Forest

He slid his finger over my pale skin; tiny goosebumps erupted all over my body as he kept moving south. My wet folds throbbed as I moaned a breathless yes. I could feel him shift between my legs as my chest heaved from the sensation he was making me feel.

“Open wide,” he ordered, sending a delicious shiver down my back.

I opened my legs wide for him as I stared through my lashes. A smirk played on his lips as he lowered his face and, with his tongue, flicked my throbbing core. I arched my back; I needed more. Not just his tongue. As if he could read my mind, he slid a finger into my wet folds. He slowly eased his fingers—one, then two, three. My walls clenched his fingers as he continued making a circular motion.

“More,” I begged.

“Patience, Amica mea,” he said in a hoarse voice.

His fingers continue their slow torture. I couldn’t wait. I needed to feel his body against mine and his throbbing member thrusting into me.

“Please,” I begged again. He chuckled faintly, pulling his finger out of my core. I groaned as I lost the only contact I had.

“Don’t scowl, my love,” he whispered, making my eyes widen as he sat between my legs and lifted his hand.His fingers cover with the reminisce of my pleasure.

I blushed as I watched him wiggle them. It was embarrassing, yet I found it exciting. Then, in slow motion, he moved his hand closer to his face. I watched in fascination as he licked each of them. His eyes never left mine.

“I can’t wait to devour you completely,” he smirked, sucking on his index finger.

His voice sounded like a small mantra as my body waits in expectation. I kept my eyes on him, my gaze focused over his body until he hovered entirely over me. I gazed into his icy blue eyes, the ones that hid pain and sadness. There was something I couldn’t understand as I looked at him.

“Vivianne,” he whispered. My eyes shifted once again, and I smiled at him. “Oh, Vivianne.” He lowered his face; he was so close our breaths were one.

My hand moved and glided up his muscular arms, a smile on my face as he lowered his body, pressing it against mine, finally.

Excited, I moved my head to the side so that I could kiss him, but as I got closer, he suddenly looked away. I frowned.

“I’m sorry, Vivianne,” he whispered close to my ear, making me confused. Then I felt it, the stabbing pain in my chest.


“Fucking move it, piggy,” my co-worker said, pushing me to the side and making me topple on my shoes.

The files I had in my arms scattered all over the carpet floor, making me groan. I heard chuckles as the only thing I could do was clench my teeth and watch them go.

“Here, let me help you,” someone said from behind. My eyes shifted to the brunette behind me. Her perfect makeup face makes me cringe in horror.

Couldn’t she wear less makeup? What was she trying to do, get a job at hooters?

“I’m fine, thank you,” I refused her offer. I knew her type. She would offer a hand and then push me down again or throw the papers in my face.

Ignoring her, I picked each paper up. I made sure I left none and walked away. Her brown eyes lingered on me as I walked back to my desk. As I put the messy pile down, I sighed.

“She did it again?” my desk mate and only friend in the office asked.

“Yes, you know how Ivonne is,” I muttered in annoyance.

“Well, it’s better just to ignore those kinds of people, Vivianne,” she muttered. I glanced her way and smiled dejectedly.

“Thanks, Phoebe,” I said and looked at the files. “I have to fix this now.”

“Oh no, it’s time to take our leave. So leave that and let’s roll,” Phoebe replied, standing.

I looked over the stack of papers and at my friend. With a sigh, I nodded back at her and grabbed my things.

We both stood in the hallway, waiting for the elevator. While Phoebe bid her goodbyes to several co-workers and I scrolled through some news on my phone.

Phoebe mumbled something, but I got distracted checking my notifications. A small crease formed on my forehead as I read the messages.

What was this?

Somehow I had twenty-four notifications. All the people said the new chapter was outstanding, but I have no recollection of any new chapter.

“Hey Vivianne, let’s go!” Phoebe called as I snapped my head. She was standing in the elevator, holding the door for me. “Is something the matter? You look pale,” Phoebe asked.

“It’s nothing, just some strange notifications,” I answered while giving her a tight smile.

“Oh, speaking of notifications, I received the new chapter of your book,” Phoebe smiled. My head snapped at her.

“What—” I asked stun, “notification?”

“Uh, you uploaded a new chapter last night,” Phoebe pointed out.

My eyes widened in shock, and I flashed them back to my phone. Phoebe was among the few, especially in the office, who knew I had a double life. I was the best seller author and famous writer under the pen name Kiara. Once out of my suit, I would dedicate my nights to writing about fantasy worlds.

“Something happened, right?” Phoebe asked as we step out of the elevator.

“I-I don’t know,” I panicked. “I don’t remember uploading a chapter.”

“What do you mean?” Phoebe asked, confused. I stopped walking and worriedly looked at her. “Didn’t you upload it, Vivianne?” Her question throws me off.

“Last night…” I trailed, blushing hard. All I could recall from the previous night was that ardent dream I had.

My legs quickly tightened together while memories from it replayed in my mind.

“Vivianne?” Phoebe called. I could hear the concerned tone in her voice.

“I don’t know, Phoebe, I don’t remember,” I honestly answered. Phoebe looked worried.

Unable to stand it any longer, I pulled my car keys out and got into my car. I mumbled a quick apology and drove away.

My hands grip the car wheel. There had to be a mistake.

I glanced at my phone and then back at the road. My mind keeps replaying the dream. It was the first time I had a dream so vividly that it felt like I was there. But what’s stranger is the man in my dreams. It’s like if I knew him from somewhere. The familiarity laid between us was one of a kind.

I shook away the alien feeling that was creeping into my head. I needed to get back home and check what I did. Thankfully, my house was ten minutes away from my workplace, so it was close by. If only the traffic weren’t bothersome.

I peeked at the clock. It’s a quarter to five.

“Fucking move it!” I groaned while slamming my hand on the horn.

Once everyone left, I made my turn and headed straight to my building. I live in one of the most expensive condos in New York, alone, and a few friends knew I was a rich bitch. Not that I like to brag about it, but I don’t show it. I’m the plainest woman, with nothing but average.

“Heavens,” I mumbled while pulling on my spot. I grabbed my stuff and dashed out of the car. My thumb pressed the red button for the underground elevator.

I took a couple of deep breaths, and finally, hearing the small bell ping, I stepped into the silent and cold elevator. Tapping the code for my floor, I closed my eyes.

I tried to concentrate on anything, but the suffocating close space and the music in the playground weren’t helping. It wasn’t pleasant.

My eyes opened in frustration, looking at the numbers. I was two floors down.

The condo I own was on the eighth floor. It was the only private condo with no neighbors. The entire floor was mine, and without my password, no one could access it.

Finally, the elevator reached my floor, and I desperately dashed out. I looked around and started taking my things off. I threw my shoes at the entrance, my blazer on the floor, my purse slammed against the glass table, and my glasses flew as I took a misstep and fell to the ground.

“Fuck!” I groaned as my face hit the black marble. I am getting bruises from that.

Ignoring the pain, I stood up and walked to my room. The white door slammed against the white walls. Rushing, I took a seat on my chair and turned my laptop on. My fingers nervously tapped on the table as I patiently wait for the damn thing to turn on. Finally, with a single click on the mouse, the file to my story opened, and the title of my books greets me; King of the Winter Forest.

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