All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 501 - Chapter 510

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IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN

I bit my lip hard, my cheeks burning with embarrassment and raw need.Slowly, I parted my legs wide for him, revealing my dripping wet slit—swollen, aching, and glistening. My juices already trailed down toward my ass, betraying just how desperately I wanted him.I thought he would push inside me. Instead, he lowered himself between my trembling thighs and buried his face in my soaked core. His hot breath fanned over my sensitive flesh, sending violent shivers racing up my spine."Tar—"I couldn’t even finish his name. That thick, monstrous tongue dragged slowly from my leaking hole all the way up through my slick folds, savoring every drop of my arousal. A loud gasp tore from my throat as my hips jerked violently. Before I could recover, his tongue speared deep into my tight cunt in one powerful thrust, stretching my walls wide open. It curled and twisted inside me like a living serpent, stroking and exploring every inch of my heat.He fucked me relentlessly with it—long, sloppy str

THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE

AUTHOR'S POVTarzan stepped into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.The silence should have calmed him, but it didn’t.A shaky breath escaped his lips as he dragged a trembling hand through his hair and stared at his reflection in the mirror. The man staring back looked exhausted, broken, and terrified.“How am I supposed to tell her the truth?” he whispered, his chest tightening painfully.Every stolen moment with Lena weighed on him like chains around his neck. He squeezed his eyes shut.“I was hard, but the moment I thought about being inside her—about making love to her while still hiding my secret identity—I went soft. I had to use my tongue instead.”His jaw clenched so tightly his teeth ached.How could he have touched her? How could he have allowed himself to sink into her warmth, her softness, when every second of their intimacy had been built on a foundation of lies?Maybe he should text her. Let her wake up tomorrow and read everything. Maybe it would hurt less that

DANGEROUS

Tarzan ran after him, his chest heaving, lungs burning. The tunnel stretched endlessly before him, its walls warping and shifting like living shadows.Gunshots erupted around him—sharp cracks that made him flinch. Voices echoed through the darkness: Ricardo’s cold lessons during his initiation into the mafia world, the distant laughter of his daughters, and somewhere behind him, André’s mocking chuckle that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.“Tarzan, wait! It’s dangerous!”His own scream tore from his throat as he called after his younger self.The pressure in his skull built relentlessly, the weight of every sin he’d committed pressing down on him like the crushing depths of the ocean. His legs burned. His heart threatened to burst. Still, he wouldn’t stop.He chased the boy until the tunnel finally spat him out. His shirt was soaked with sweat, his breathing ragged, the air thick and suffocating.There, in the center of the space, Lena lay in a Jacuzzi, naked and pa

A NIGHTMARE

“Lena…hold on, I will get you out of here.” Tarzan tried to lift her, to pull her from the blood swallowing her whole, but her body was already dissolving—melting into the crimson pool like snow under a merciless sun. Her skin sloughed away, her features blurring, her body losing all definition. “Lena!” he yelled in pure terror. “I wish I had never met you, Tarzan.” Her voice was fading, thin as smoke. “My life would have been so much better.” “No… please… I’m sorry. I tried to tell you—I tried. I was scared, Lena. I was so scared.” His voice trembled violently, each word slicing through his chest like shards of glass. “I’ll stay away from you. Just don’t die. I’ll let you go… You deserve to be happy. I complicated your life. I never planned for any of this. I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” His heart felt like it was being pierced with every ragged breath. But Lena kept melting. In desperation, Tarzan cupped her face with both hands, desperately trying to keep the last remaining part o

ARE YOU NUTS?

MITCH'S POV "What do you mean you’re pregnant?" My voice cut through the dark bedroom, sharper than intended, jolting me fully awake. The heavy fog of sleep evaporated in an instant. "What else does being pregnant mean, Mitch?" she replied softly, her hand drifting protectively to her stomach. "I took three tests. All positive." I sat up fast, my heart slamming against my ribs. This little bitch woke me up at early morning for this. "Are you nuts? Pregnant?" I let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh. "We haven’t even been together for a month, Gabi. A month! How the hell is that even possible?" Her frown deepened. "What do you mean, 'how is it possible'? We've been having sex, Mitch. Unprotected. Multiple times. That's exactly how it happens." I swung my legs off the bed and stood up, rubbing my face hard with both hands. "No. No way. This doesn’t add up. We met like… what, five weeks ago? We've only been sleeping together for a few weeks. There's no chance that's my kid.

WHY LENA?

She just sat there on the edge of my bed, sobbing like some pathetic victim, arms wrapped around her stomach like that was going to change my mind or anything. The sound of her crying grated on my nerves worse than nails on a chalkboard. My blood was boiling. This bitch really thought she could trap me? I stepped closer, towering over her. "You deaf? I said get the fuck out of my house!" "I'm not leaving," she whimpered, shaking her head, tears and snot running down her face. "This is your baby, Mitch. Please... you promised things would be different. What am I supposed to tell my parents? I can't be a single mother. You have to marry me, and I will have your baby." I almost laughed out bitterly. I knew she was young, but this mentality is way too childish for a nineteen-year-old. "Can you listen to yourself? Why make decisions on your own? I told you, little bitch, I don't want a child. Why did you allow this to happen?!" "You didn't wear protection either, so you have to ac

OPEN UP!

I ignored her, heart still pounding as I dragged a hand down my face and stumbled toward the liquor cabinet. My fingers shook as I snatched a bottle of whiskey and poured myself a generous amount. The liquid burned all the way down, but it really did nothing to cool the rage clawing through my chest. "Fuck..." I reached for the cigar box next, pulled one out, and lit it with unsteady hands. The first drag filled my lungs with thick smoke. I exhaled slowly, watching the gray haze disappear into the darkness of the room. Outside, the banging had stopped. Either she'd finally left... Or she'd given up. I didn't really care which one. That stupid bitch... what was she expecting? Lena left me for a real man? Haha... LENA... you've made me this pathetic. I shouldn't have touched that little bitch if it wasn't for you, Lena. I knew exactly what kind of woman she was. Always smiling too sweetly and finding excuses to be around me and acting like she cared. Just like Elena, yet I w

I AM INNOCENT

They must’ve been the ones she called after the cops. Her father took one look at her face and lost it. “You son of a bitch!” he roared. “You’ve been manipulating her for months! Grooming her since she was barely legal, filling her head with promises, isolating her from us. She’s a child compared to you, fool. You knew exactly what you were doing—getting a young girl pregnant and then beating her when she wouldn’t abort it!” "She said she was twenty-five! You should hold your daughter responsible for manipulating me with lies about her age!" "How could you say she lied? Can't you tell she's a teen?" Her mom snapped. "She doesn't look like a teen!" Her mother turned to the cops. “He’s abusive! He’s been controlling her life, turning her against us. This is all his fault—he's a predator! He groomed her." I laughed bitterly, still trying to talk my way out as the cop grabbed my arm. “Grooming? She’s nineteen, not a kid! She came onto me. She wanted this—kept pushing for a relatio

I'M FINE

AUTHOR'S POV Lena slowly pushed open the café door that morning, the little bell above it chiming its usual cheerful note. But the moment Julia glanced up from behind the bakery counter—her hands still dusted with flour—she froze. Something was wrong. Lena’s usual bright smile was there—or at least a fragile imitation of it—but her eyes were red-rimmed and glassy. Even from across the room, Julia could see the puffiness. Behind the espresso machine, the other girls were already whispering, throwing quick, furtive glances in Lena’s direction. "Did something happen again?" "She looks terrible." "I thought she moved in with that rich guy... after she came to work the other day parading her new outfits. Well, good things don't last." Their whispers could hardly be called whispers anymore—Julia heard them clearly, and from the way Lena’s shoulders stiffened, so had she. Julia shot them a warning look, wiped her hands on her apron, and stepped out from behind the counter. "You two

PLAYING SMART

Julia watched Lena closely.For someone who had broken down in the dressing room earlier, she was holding up surprisingly well. The tension still lingered in her shoulders and the brightness in her smile looked forced, but she moved around the shop as if everything were fine. That alone felt like progress.Lena had launched into a funny story about one of her children’s teachers and a chaotic parents’ meeting at school, clearly trying to lift her own spirits. Julia smiled along, but a pang of worry twisted inside her.*Lena doesn’t have any children…*What if the story wasn’t a happy distraction at all, but a painful trigger?Before Julia could dwell on it, Vivian walked over.“Someone’s asking for you, Lena.”Julia’s stomach tightened.“Is it the biker guy? If it’s him, I’ll go handle it—”Lena shook her head.“Don’t worry. I can handle it.”She stepped out of the back area, heart pounding. She had half-expected Tarzan… or worse, Mitch coming to gloat about the end of their relations

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