All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

AUTHOR’S POV The moment the door opened, Damon froze. He was about to ask how the lesson went, but the words died in his throat the moment he saw Tarzan's face. That cold, dark expression made his blood run cold. *How does someone switch personalities this fast?* Tarzan started walking toward him with a blank, unsettling expression. Damon’s heart slammed against his ribs. He swallowed hard and instinctively stepped aside, pressing his back flat against the wall. Tarzan walked past without a word and slammed the bathroom door with a thunderous bang that echoed through the suite. Damon let out a shaky breath, one hand instinctively going to his chest. “Fuck. That scared the shit out of me.” He had never seen that look on Tarzan’s face before — cold, dark, almost murderous. For a split second, he had genuinely thought Tarzan was going to kill him. “Thank God I moved.” He ran a trembling hand over his face. Giving advice had clearly been a mistake. He had only repeat

I was about to leave when something made me pause. I picked up the large teddy bear from the chair and gently placed it in Lena’s arms, hoping it would keep her company through the night. I had barely turned toward the door when her weak voice stopped me. “Tarzan…” I turned back. Her cheeks were still deeply flushed from the fever, her eyes glassy and vulnerable. “I… I would like to cuddle,” she whispered. “You need more teddies to cuddle?” I asked. She shook her head slowly, clutching the bear tighter against her chest. “No… I need someone to cuddle. A real human being.” I froze. For a moment, my brain short-circuited. This was a dangerous offer. My eyes dropped involuntarily to her nightwear. The thin fabric clung to her flushed skin, the low neckline revealing the soft swell of her cleavage. Her flushed face, slightly parted lips, and the way her body trembled made her look both fragile and irresistibly tempting. *Fuck. This is risky.* She must have notic

I stood there paralyzed, watching my wife kiss this stranger with raw passion right in front of me. Her full breasts pressed and squished against his hard chest as she melted into him.No... could my nightmare be becoming reality?Lena wouldn't dare.I clenched my fists so tightly that veins popped along my neck and forehead. My eyes burned red with fury.What gives her the guts to disrespect me like this?!I wanted to do something. I wanted to react. I wanted to end this horror. But my body wouldn't move.They broke the kiss, both breathing heavily. The man lifted her and tossed her onto the bed, making her soft breasts jiggle on impact. Lena giggled excitedly, her round face flushed with lust.He climbed on top of her, his massive body dominating her chubby frame. Lena's thick thighs parted willingly for him, her dress riding all the way up to expose her.The man's rough hands roamed greedily over her — squeezing her heavy breasts until they spilled out of her low neckline, pinching

“What? You can’t possibly end this just because of a dream!” “I can… and I will!” she yelled back, her voice thick with pain and anger. “After everything we did last night — after I let you fuck me, after I opened my heart to you — you still dream about your ex-wife?!” “Alright, alright,” I said, raising both hands in surrender, trying to calm her even though my own heart was still racing from the nightmare. “I promise you, baby. It will never happen again. It’s nothing. It doesn’t mean anything, I swear.” She let out a bitter laugh, wiping tears from her face. “You must think I’m stupid. I may be young, but I’m not an idiot, Mitch. I’m calling security right now.” *What the fuck is wrong with her?* “Elena, wait — just listen to me for a second,” I pleaded, stepping out of the bed, completely naked. “You’re blowing this way out of proportion. It was only a stupid, fucked-up dream. I don’t control what my brain spits out when I’m sleeping, for fuck’s sake. I could dream I’m

LENA'S POV I stood in front of him, clutching the strap of my bag tightly over my shoulder, my gaze fixed on the floor. “I’m going back home,” I said softly. “I’m sorry for all the inconvenience I must have caused you. Taking care of me all night, dealing with the stress of having your arm paralyzed by my weight when I slept on it…” I paused, swallowing hard. “I also want to thank you for being so kind to me. I don’t think I could ever repay you with the same level of kindness. And I feel guilty because I don’t feel the same way you feel about me.” I bit my lip. “I care about you, Tarzan… just not in the way you want me to. I know you hate hearing that, but it’s the truth. I’m not the kind of woman who can love two men. Mitch was my first and only love, and my heart doesn’t change suddenly just because of his attitude. If it was something I could change, believe me, I would. But Mitch is still there, and I feel terrible being around you when I know you want something from