All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 561 - Chapter 570

She nodded. “But he was under the influence of hard drugs when he did it. Still, I don’t blame the boy for hating the whole family. He lost both parents right in front of him.” Rosa’s voice softened. “Even as he pretended to be at peace with them, Ricardo knew the boy was planning his murder. And he accepted that fate… because he loved his best friend. He mourned him for years. He almost took his own life from the guilt of failing as a father. He blamed himself for Andres’ behavior, and ever since, he’s been careful with the more dangerous deals. But no matter how hard he tries to make it up to Tarzan, that poor boy will never get his parents back.” She stroked my hair tenderly. “I’m sure your words about not caring for his parents cut him deeply.” “I know I shouldn’t have said it,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I just… I didn’t know how to make him leave me alone, so I hurt him instead. I was careless. I shouldn’t have—” “You are not to blame,” Rosa interrupted gently, pull

He shifted upward, straddling her chest, the heavy weight of his cock slapping softly against her cheek. Then he rubbed the thick, leaking head across her full lips, painting them with his salty precum, teasing the seam until she opened for him like an offering. With a deep groan, he pushed forward, sliding his thick cock between her soft lips and over her warm, eager tongue. She moaned loudly around his girth, the vibration traveling straight through him. Her mouth stretched wide to accommodate his size as he sank deeper, the veined shaft gliding across her tongue. She sucked him greedily, hollowing her cheeks, swirling her tongue along the underside while her hand continued stroking what she couldn’t fit. He rocked his hips with gentle thrusts, fucking her warm, wet mouth with long, slow strokes, his balls brushing her chin. “Fuck… that’s it,” he growled, voice low and strained, fingers tangling gently in her hair. Lena’s body burned with hazy pleasure, her pussy

LENA'S POV It had been two weeks since I last laid eyes on Tarzan, and I still couldn’t believe how quickly everything had unraveled. Chef Rosa had promised she would speak to him, but the opportunity never came. After that tense conversation in the kitchen, Tarzan simply... left the estate. Maybe even the city. No one had any idea where he’d gone. The first week, I clung to hope. Every distant voice had me straining to listen....hoping I would hear any news about him but none. When the second week dragged in, guilt settled over me like a sodden blanket, pressing down on my chest until it was hard to breathe. Yet even in the midst of that guilt, my nights betrayed me. Night after night, I had shamelessly vivid, steamy dreams about him—his strong hands, the heat of his body, the way he looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered in his wild world. And every single time, just as the pleasure crested, I would find myself apologizing to him through tears, whisper

AUTHOR'S POVChef Rosa hurried after Lena and found her kneeling beside the toilet, shoulders trembling as another wave of nausea ripped through her."Lena!" Rosa knelt beside her at once, gently gathering the younger woman’s hair away from her face. "Easy, love… breathe slowly.""I-I'm sorry…" Lena whispered weakly, voice hoarse between shaky breaths."Don't apologize." Rosa replied.She rushed back to her room, returned with a glass of cool water, and helped Lena rinse her mouth. Once the worst had passed, Lena leaned heavily against the bathroom wall, pale and exhausted."You’ve gone completely white," Rosa murmured, pressing the back of her hand to Lena’s forehead. "Are you cold?""Not really," Lena answered faintly. "But I’ve felt strange since I woke up this morning. Everything feels… stronger. Even smells make me sick.""Can you stand?"Lena nodded, though her legs trembled beneath her. Rosa stayed close, steadying her until the dizziness eased. Only then did they walk quietl

When they stepped back into Rosa's room, the door had barely opened before Lord Ricardo shot to his feet. He had been pacing the room the entire time, his usually composed face etched with worry. The moment his eyes landed on Lena, he crossed the room in long strides. "What did the doctor say?" he asked anxiously. "Is everything alright? Are you sick? Did they find anything serious?" Lena blinked in surprise because she didn't expect him to wait for them and certainly didn't expect him to be that worried for her sake. Before she could answer, Ricardo gently took her shoulders, searching her face for any sign of distress. "Lena," he said softly, "talk to me." Chef Rosa smiled warmly. "Relax, Ricky." Ricardo turned to her. "I..I mean Lord Ricardo...". She corrected herself, suddenly embarassed. "How can I relax,Rosa? You've both been gone for so long." Rosa's smile again softly. "Lena is going to be a mother." For a moment, Ricardo simply stared at Lena. Le