All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 461 - Chapter 470

Well, I had no other choice. It didn't work on Mitch last time, but—I will gove it a try anyway. I stepped closer until my body brushed against his. I tilted my head up, letting my gaze linger on his lips before sliding slowly up to meet his eyes. "Baby..." I purred in my best seductive voice. He chuckled awkwardly. "Wha—what are you doing?" I didn't reply. My fingers trailed lightly up his chest, tracing the firm lines of his muscles through his shirt. I let my touch linger, pressing my palm flat over his heart, feeling it jump under my hand. Slowly, teasingly, I rose onto my tiptoes, my other hand sliding around his waist, pulling him closer until our hips met. "Lena, what are you doing?" He laughed nervously. I noticed the arm holding the phone above his head waver just slightly. "You really want to keep that silly picture of me?" I whispered as my fingers went lower. "Yes..." he managed, voice rough. "Then maybe I should give you something better to remember." I slid

No. I shouldn't let those thoughts ruin today. I'm sure she's not thinking about that bastard. He said to himself. The drinks arrived, and Lena thanked the waiter cheerfully. Tarzan was given his; he muttered thanks. Lena raised her glass high. "Cheers to a new beginning!" "Cheers," Tarzan echoed, clinking glasses with her. He sipped cautiously. Lena, however, threw the entire drink back like it was water after a marathon. "Wow… that was not as bad as I expected!" she declared, eyes sparkling. "I want another." "Babe," Tarzan cautioned, "that thing has a heavy kick. Another one might knock you out cold." Lena planted her hands on her hips. "You really see me as that weak?" "No, I don't—" "Then trust me." Tarzan sighed—the deep, defeated sigh of a man who knew he was fighting a losing battle. --- A few minutes later, his prediction came true. Drunk Lena bounded onto the stage, microphone in grip, singing her heart out with dramatic tears streaming down her cheeks. With

The lounge finally started emptying out as the staff gently herded the last rowdy patrons toward the exits. Tarzan, still riding the high of their chaotic duet, had one arm around Lena’s waist to keep her upright. She was giggling uncontrollably with her cheeks flushed. “Come on, superstar,” he murmured, guiding her outside. “Time to get you home before you try to serenade the whole street.” “You were amazing, let's start a band,” Lena declared, leaning heavily into him. Tarzan choked on a laugh. “Ofcourse, your majesty. But we have to get home first.”"Okay!"She replied excitedly. --- A few minutes later, Damon’s car pulled up to the curb where Tarzan and Lena waited. The moment she spotted him, Lena’s face lit up. “Hey! You! Coco!” she yelled enthusiastically. Damon stepped out to open the back door, looking thoroughly confused. He wasn’t dressed as Coco tonight. Lena wasn’t finished. “Do you think you were smart with that ridiculous costume? I could tell right

“That's why I was laughing, silly,” Lena said between giggles, leaning heavily against Tarzan's shoulder despite the fact that he still looked like he had just bitten into a sour lime. “I was thinking about Mitch... and how I finally dealt with him that night.” A soft laugh escaped her as she snuggled closer. Tarzan kept his face turned toward the window, his jaw still tight from everything he had heard so far. But curiosity eventually won the battle against his irritation. “How did you deal with him?” he asked. “Oh, you should've been there,” Lena said immediately, waving both hands dramatically. The movement nearly made her topple sideways. She quickly sat up straighter, suddenly looking very serious despite being obviously drunk. “The husband thing.” Lena raised a finger into the air like a professor about to deliver an important lecture. “So Damon and all those other scary guys showed up and told Mitch they came for me and that I had to leave with them.” She po

"Yes..because your singing voice was something else..… it went straight to my pussy. Every time you hit those low notes I got wetter." Tarzan jaw dropped then he looked at Damon, who immediately pretended to be deaf and unaware of whatever that was going on back there. "Babe...let's do the naughty stuff when we get home okay?" He whispered. Lena pouted sadly and shook her head. "But I want you now". Tarzan nearly groaned. “Lena—” She suddenly giggled, clearly enjoying his embarrassment. Her fingers traced the outline of his hardening cock through his pants, giving it a playful squeeze. “Ooh, somebody’s happy to see me. Or should I say… big somebody.” She leaned in closer, breath hot against his ear. “I want you to fuck me in the back of this car. Right now." Damon coughed loudly and adjusted the mirror so it pointed at the ceiling. Tarzan grabbed her wandering hand, intertwining their fingers to stop her, though his grip was shaky. His face was burning