All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

My heart raced. Hearing him admit he actually liked her felt… weird. Unsettling. “Wait… you got hard for her?” I couldn’t help it — I laughed. Jake just shrugged. “Aren’t you mad I jerked off thinking about your wife?” “Not really,” I said, still chuckling. “Now I can say I’ve jerked off to your wife plenty of times too. So we’re even.” He didn’t laugh back. “So you’re not even jealous that I find her attractive?” “I know you, Jake. You’re probably saying all this just to get me to see her in a new light. But it won’t work. If this is your little plan to make me find her sexually appealing again, save it.” I flicked the ash from my cigar into an empty glass on the dresser. “Anyway, let’s go back downstairs. Tim’s probably feeling left out.” I turned toward the door. “Why don’t you just divorce her if you hate this version of her so much?” Jake’s voice stopped me. “Maybe she can move on and find someone else.” I paused mid-step and slowly turned back to face him.

LENA'S POVI was waiting beside the car when Mitch finally walked out of the house. I could tell he was upset — his foul mood was always terrifying. *Had he figured out what happened by himself? Did he fight with Jake?* A small, desperate part of me hoped he knew me well enough to sense my fear even without me saying the words “sexual assault.”“Get inside the car. Now!”His voice roared as he yanked open his door.I didn’t say a word. I quickly pulled open the passenger door and slipped inside.Mitch sped away from Jake’s house, driving recklessly down the road. I wanted to speak, to ask questions, but I was scared it would only make his anger worse, so I kept quiet.I stared out the window, silently promising myself I would never stay in the same room as Jake again. I still couldn’t believe he had done that to me. And the more I thought about it, the more I doubted Mitch knew anything about it.I stole a glance at Mitch. His tight frown and the way he gripped the steering wheel told

When I stepped into the bar, the familiar smell of alcohol hit my nostrils The girls behind the counter froze mid-motion. Jessie was the first to react. She let out a high-pitched squeal and rushed around the counter, pulling me into a tight, bone-crushing hug. “Oh my God, Lena! I was so worried about you!” She squeezed me even harder. “I tried calling your line yesterday but it kept going straight to voicemail. What happened?” I hugged her back, smiling weakly. “Sorry, Jess. My phone… I lost it.” “That’s awful,” she said, pulling away but still holding my arms. “But I’m so glad you’re okay.” She lowered her voice as we walked toward the employees’ corner. “You have no idea how scary it’s been here without you.” The other girls welcomed me back warmly before quickly returning to their customers. “Jess, how have you been?” I asked. “Great… just missed you so much.” Her expression turned serious. “Ever since that incident with those pervert men, working the night shifts has felt

I saw a sharp object from the corner of my eyes. I gasped sharply, ready to scream. HONK! HONK! Bright headlights flooded the dark street as a car swerved toward us and honked loudly, shattering the terrifying silence. The two men instantly released me and fled back into the shadows between the buildings. I stood there trembling violently, staring at the car as it slowed down beside me. My legs gave out completely. I dropped to my knees on the cold pavement, heart thundering in my chest. “Get in, honey. Quickly.” The voice was familiar. I looked up through my tears and froze. It was her the woman from MONICA. The same one who was with those orphanage children had given me flowers that day. Why her again? Is she some kind of guardian angel? “Come on, it’s not safe. Get in.” I nodded frantically and forced my weak legs to move. She had already opened the passenger door. I practically threw myself inside. My hands shook so badly I could barely pull the door shut

I pulled out with a hiss. "Fuck it, Lena. Can't you do a decent job for your horny husband?" She was coughing and gasping, saliva dripping down her chin like she was about to die. The sight of her like that — teary-eyed, ruined, and broken — made my cock twitch with need. "If you can’t suck worth a damn, I’ll just use your throat myself." I said and grabbed a fistful of her hair with both hands, shoving my cock back into her mouth without warning. This time I didn’t go slow. I thrust hard, forcing myself deep until I felt the tight squeeze of her throat constricting around me. "Fuuuck…" I groaned loudly. It was tighter than I expected. Hot. Wet. The way her throat spasmed and fluttered around my dick felt way better than her pathetic attempts at sucking. I started fucking her face like a jackhammer — brutal, fast, relentless. Tears rolled down her puffy cheeks, and her eyes were wide and red. She was staring at me not in pleasure but with a face that says, I would do anyth