Todos os capítulos de FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Capítulo 381 - Capítulo 390

"Tarzan…" That was the boy's name. "You can't be him." My voice cracked. "Right? I can't be having sex with someone seven years younger than me." He paused. Then, without a word, he pulled his hand out. The sudden emptiness left my core clenching—gasping. I turned around. He was glaring at me, arms folded across his chest. "So what if I'm seven years younger?" he asked tightly. "Does that make me less of a man?" I looked away in shame. "It's not that…" "Then what's the issue? Does it change the feelings you have for me? You know I was younger even when I lied, so why?" he asked with a frown. "I knew you were younger—just not that younger." "For fuck's sake, there are couples with a ten-year age gap," he replied, almost triggered."What do you need from a man that I can't provide?" I swallowed tightly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad. I just… it's a lot to process. I'm just shocked by the revelation." He sighed, stepped closer to me, and cupped my

We had only made it official this morning. Not even twenty-four hours, and she was already pulling away. *Or did she only confess she was in love with me because she wanted to fuck? Was I just a convenient body? A toy she could use and then run back to Mitch whenever the mood struck her?* I dropped onto the couch, elbows on my knees, burying my face in both hands. The weight of it all pressed down on my chest until every breath felt like a struggle. *I hope I’m wrong, Lena.* My jaw clenched as a dark, ugly thought slithered through my mind. *I really hope I’m wrong… because if I’m not, I’ll do something you’ll never forgive me for. Don’t make me cross that line. I'll turn that bastard into a memory* --- I sat there for what felt like hours, face buried in my hands, the silence in the room so thick it threatened to choke me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to get out before I said or did something irreversible. I stood up quietly, grabbed my clothes from the chai

Lena instantly pulled her hand back. “I really didn't mean to—” “You definitely knew what you were doing,” Tarzan replied, voice low. “I was trying not to fall!” “You chose the worst possible place to stabilize yourself.” “Well, maybe don’t stand there!” “Stand where?” he whispered, leaning closer. “In another dimension? You told me not to touch you, but you can’t keep your hands to yourself. You’re groping me in public like I’m your personal stress toy. That’s sexual harassment, Lena. I could call the cops, you know.” Nearby passengers began stealing glances. A few not-so-subtle whispers rippled through the crowd. Lena’s face burned crimson. “You can’t be serious. What do you mean, sexual harassment—” “Well, since we’re strangers now,” he said, slipping his earbud back in, “that’s exactly what it is. Crazy how just a few hours ago you were taking my dick so nicely, and now I’m listening to Charlie singing ‘We Don’t Talk Anymore.’” A middle-aged woman clutched her

Lena’s heart raced as the song lyrics penetrated her mind.She had no social life, making it the first time she’d heard the popular song, yet something about the words stirred deep inside her chest. She couldn’t stop listening.🎶I’ll stop time for youThe second you say you’d like me to I just wanna give you the lovin’ that you’re missingBaby, just to wake up with youWould be everything I need, and this could be so different Tell me what you want to do 🎶Just then, a young Asian woman who had been eyeing Tarzan since he stepped onto the train saw her chance.She had a voluptuous, bear-shaped figure — thick thighs covered in tattoos, a tiny waist, and straight jet-black hair with bangs framing her face. A silver lip piercing glinted as she moved. She wore a tiny pleated skirt and thigh-high socks that accentuated her curves.Without hesitation, she slid into the empty seat on the other side of Tarzan.Tarzan caught the unfamiliar sweet perfume and opened his eyes.“Hi,” she said

They stepped off the train onto the bustling subway platform. Tarzan quickly pulled on his nose mask and tugged his hoodie over his head, shielding himself from curious eyes, his height was already attention seeking enough. Before the train doors closed, Lena turned and offered Sakura a friendly wave and a genuine smile. The young woman looked away, clearly offended. As they began walking, Tarzan glanced down at Lena. “Do you like her?” Lena sighed, glancing at him. “She’s a beautiful, thick girl… I just envy her. When men say they love curvy women, they’re probably picturing someone like her.” She raised an eyebrow, searching his face. “Be honest—she really is beautiful, isn’t she?” Tarzan paused mid-step. *Beautiful? I didn’t even think of her that way. I was mostly just annoyed by her attitude. I barely looked at her.* He thought. Lena frowned at his hesitation. “It’s okay to say she’s attractive. I won’t get mad.” A middle-aged man standing nearby, who had c