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WHY LENA?

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TARZAN'S POV

I had followed her and watched her, as always.

I saw the moment she stormed out of that house, tears flooding her face. I was there.

I watched her stumble to the park. Watched her drink an entire bottle of vodka like it was water.

It took everything in me not to go to her then.

But I waited.

Because I needed to see if the bastard would come for her. He didn't. So I decided to get her some flowers from the nearby flower shop.

On my way back, the bench was empty. Then I saw he
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Denise R
He got her! He’s not going to let her go back… I hope she doesn’t go back
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onajourney
Thank goodness!!!
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  • FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION    CAUGHT IN THE ACT

    Lena looked away her cheeks burning as they drove on for another mile in tense quiet. “If the tests come back and they say I can’t have a baby… or that it’s too risky…” she began. Tarzan cut in gently. “Then I don’t care anymore. Too risky we can have a surrogate or if it can't be possible at all the, I would definitely get the vasectomy. I want you, Lena. Not a future that depends on kids. We can adopt, or foster, or build a life that’s just us—traveling, laughing, growing old together. You’re enough. More than enough.” Lena felt fresh tears sting her eyes as she looked away speechless and unsure of what to say to that. "Thank you". She finally found her voice. "For what?" Tarzan replied. "Don't ask me stupid questions, just say you are welcome!" She snapped back. Tarzan laughed. "You are welcome, babe". Without a second thought, he pulled Lena closer across the console, his large hands sliding from her cheeks to the back of her neck. "I am still mad at

  • FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION    WHAT IS WRONG?

    Tarzan blinked slowly, his dark eyes widening in genuine surprise. “You… want to have my babies?” he asked, his voice quieter now. “Of course I would love to,” she said, her tone softening despite herself. She looked down at her hands, twisting them in her lap. “But honestly, Tarzan… I feel like something is wrong. You’ve been acting strange since we got in the car. The way you said that… it didn’t feel like a joke. It scared me.” He looked at her blankly for a long second, the midday sun casting sharp shadows across his strong jawline. The silence stretched, heavy amid the constant rush of traffic outside. Tarzan's heart was pounding hardly. He was fighting it—every instinct, every dark whisper in his head but he pushed it down, locking it away where she couldn’t reach. “Tarzan?” Lena whispered, searching his face. Finally, he gave her a small reassuring smile. "I am sorry I scared you and got you worried". He leaned across the console and cupped her face in both

  • FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION    WHAT IS HAPPENING!

    Tarzan’s voice cut through the chaos, terrifyingly calm, and utterly devoid of fear. “Lena… let’s die together.” The words hung in the air like thick smoke from a dying fire, choking the breath from her lungs. She froze. *What the heck is he saying?* For a split second, her mind went completely blank, a white void where thoughts should have been. The midday sun glared off the hood of the car, turning the busy highway into a blinding ribbon of asphalt. Horns blared from the surrounding traffic as vehicles swerved around them. Lena blinked as her heart slammed against her ribs like a trapped animal. "What… are…you saying?” Her gasp came out rushed and ragged. The road blurred ahead, other cars whipping past. Lena's pulse roared in her ears, drowning out the roar of engines and the screech of tires nearby. “Tarzan, stop this car!” she screamed, her voice cracking with fear. She lunged forward, grabbing the steering wheel with both hands, her nails digging i

  • FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION    I KNEW IT

    Lena couldn’t stop side-eyeing Tarzan throughout the drive. Something was wrong—deeply wrong. His left hand gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles pale, while his right hand kept tapping restlessly against the side of his seat. The movement wasn’t casual. It was frantic. Every few seconds, his fingers trembled violently before he pressed them harder into the leather, as if trying to force them still. *Maybe it’s just my imagination,* she told herself at first, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. But the longer she watched, the more certain she became. Gently, she reached over and took his trembling right hand in hers, threading her fingers through his. He startled so sharply the car swerved a fraction. “What’s wrong, baby?” Her voice was soft, filled with worry. “Is there anything bothering you?” Tarzan turned his head toward her. His eyes—usually so warm were dazed, glassy, and frighteningly expressionless, like a man staring through fog. “Baby?” she pressed,

  • FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION    IS SHE WORTH IT?

    Damon was silent. “Are you suddenly deaf?” Tarzan snarled, anger boiling over. “I’ve been too easy on you. I pulled you too close, let you speak carelessly—even about my woman. You’ve lost your goddamn mind, Damon!” Still nothing. The silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating. “Damon, talk, you bastard!” Tarzan exploded, fear twisting into fury. “Are you going to betray me? Be man enough to admit it!” When Damon finally spoke, his voice was slow and heavy, laced with exhaustion and something deeper—resignation, perhaps even sorrow. “If you die… Lena will move on. Did your parents really sacrifice everything just so you could throw your life away for a woman?” Tarzan’s breath caught painfully. A raw, searing pain bloomed behind his ribs at the mention of his parents. “Don’t you dare speak for my parents,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and trembling with barely contained rage. “I have some advice for you, Tarzan. Take it however you like… but it comes from a place

  • FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION    BETRAYED

    AUTHOR'S POV (An Hour Ago) “You have to break up with her immediately if you want her safe.” Tarzan's eyes widened as the words hit him like a dagger to his chest. “Have you lost your damn mind?” he snarled, his voice low and dangerous. “How could you even suggest such nonsense? If this is your idea of a joke, I don’t entertain it.” There was a heavy pause on the other end. Then Damon delivered the blow. “Andres is in the city.” Tarzan’s heart instantly slammed against his ribs, a wild, frantic beat that stole the breath from his lungs. The name alone dragged ice through his veins. He swallowed hard, the motion painful against the sudden tightness in his throat. He hadn't expected such news this soon. “I just received confirmation he’s been out of jail for two years,” Damon continued grimly. “He’s been in hiding, preparing. The fact that he’s resurfaced now… it means he’s ready. He’s been waiting for this.” Tarzan’s jaw clenched so tightly it ached as rage and disbelief warr

  • FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION    TEASED

    His cock stood proud in front of my face: heavy, veined, and glistening with a single, translucent bead of precum trembling at the tip. The size of him, the warmth radiating onto my cheeks, made my stomach flutter. “Tarzan, every part of you is so majestic…” I breathed, letting my gaze travel slow

  • FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION    COLD FEET

    He pulled his slick fingers out of me slowly, deliberately, and the loss was a small devastation—a sudden, hollow emptiness that made my thighs clench. Then his face went completely blank, as if a door had slammed shut behind his eyes. “Tarzan?” I whispered, still breathless. He just stared at

  • FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION    YOU ARE WHAT?

    Then he dove back in, sucking even harder while his hand continued its rough fondling—squeezing, slapping, pinching. He was literally turning my tits into a playground for his hunger. And I appreciate it. I needed that… oh lawd. I held his head tighter against my chest, fingers pulling at his ha

  • FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION    SO SENSITIVE

    He smirked at my demand, that dangerous glint in his eyes darkening further.Without a word, Tarzan crashed his mouth against mine in a bruising, possessive kiss that made my eyes roll back.His lips were hot and demanding, his tongue thrusting past my parted lips to tangle with mine in a wet, filt

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