All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 741 - Chapter 750

After a moment’s hesitation, Lena stood up. Tarzan looked at her, his brow furrowed with worry. “What’s wrong?” “Come. I have a better idea.” She took his hand and led him to the small kitchen table. “Sit.” He obeyed. Lena climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Her thick thighs bracketed his hips as she reached between them, guiding his aching cock to her entrance. She was soaked, her slick folds gliding over his tip. "Lena...." Tarzan hissed as his eyes watched her tease her folds with his tip. “Look at me,” she whispered. His eyes locked onto hers, pupils dazed with need. She sank down. They both gasped. The stretch was exquisite, the fullness overwhelming. Tarzan’s head fell back as she took him inch by inch, her tight, velvety walls gripping him like a fist. When she was fully seated, his cock buried to the hilt inside her, she paused, savoring the connection. “Fuck, babe,” she breathed, hands braced on his shoulders. “You feel so big… so deep.”

After slipping into her bathrobe, Lena turned to Tarzan, smoothing her hair with frantic hands."Baby," she whispered, "do I look suspicious?"Tarzan looked her over with an amused smile. "Only if suspicious means glowing."She swatted his arm. "Be serious."---Meanwhile, in the living room, Hannah, Jessie, and Nora were pretending to focus on the Netflix show glowing on the big screen."So… they’re still cooking?" Nora whispered, glancing toward the kitchen door.Hannah folded her arms, wearing a knowing grin. "I think we all know why.""They’re still cooking, alright," Jessie added, fighting back a smile, "but definitely not a meal.""They’re making a baby in there for sure," Hannah smirked.The three exchanged glances trying not to laugh out loud.The soft click of the kitchen door opening made them freeze. "Everyone shhh."Nora whispered.Their heads instinctively turned toward the direction just in time to see Lena and Tarzan creeping out as quietly as possible.In perfect s

Ricardo waited until her breathing deepened, then quietly slipped from the bed.He moved silently into his study, where his assistant was already waiting with his phone.He took the device and dialed a number."My lord...""What’s the situation?" Ricardo asked, his voice low and cold. "Has Tarzan been eliminated?""My lord… we’ve had no sighting of him since the gala yesterday. We're still searching.""Nothing should happen to my daughter," Ricardo said, each word laced with quiet menace. "Make no mistakes."After ending the call, he exhaled heavily and scrolled through his gallery until he found an old photograph: himself standing beside Tarzan’s father."I’m sorry, old friend," he whispered to the image. "But your son has been consumed by rage and hatred for this family. By now, Lena must have told him she’s my daughter. He’ll try to hurt her to get to me. He believes I killed you and your wife. I am sorry—but I will do anything to save my daughter from your son, even if it means wi

LENA’S POV**NEW LOCATION: PARIS** The moment I pushed open the bedroom door, I knew I was in trouble. The second I stepped into the living room, Nora, Hannah, and Jessie were already waiting—arms crossed in perfect synchronization, three pairs of eyes locked on me with that unmistakable look that said *we’ve been waiting, and we are not amused*.I made a beeline for the kitchen, grabbed a bag of chili chips (my emotional-support snack for exactly the upcoming interrogation), and slid onto the empty couch opposite them. “What?” I asked, trying for innocent. Nora arched one eyebrow. “Don’t ‘what’ us, Lena. You kept us sitting here for hours like abandoned puppies while you were off doing God-knows-what.” “Hours is an exaggeration,” I muttered, tearing open the bag. “It was like… forty-five minutes. Tops.” Jessie leaned forward, her messy bun wobbling. “Forty-five minutes of our lives we’ll never get back. I could’ve been at home, napping. I love napping.” Hannah n

"What? No way!"I forced another laugh, waving my hands in front of me like I could someone distract them with it."Lena, we need an explanation. Hannah's theory makes a lot of sense," Nora said."I think you guys are reading way too much into this. First of all, Silver Adams is a famous model. He's in magazines. He's on billboards. My Tarzan is just a regular guy who happens to be handsome. That's it. Second—the Paris Gala? Please. I was home that night. That wasn't me!"Hannah didn't blink. She just rotated her phone slowly, letting everyone at the table see the full image."Are you guys doubting this is Lena? You're telling us this woman isn't you and that man is not your obsessive boyfriend?"Obsessive....In the picture, I was posing in yesterday's outfit, standing beside Tarzan,who had his eyes on me while I served fac at the camera.Honestly I was proud at how good I was at hiding my nervousness."I… I don't know how to explain that," I stammered. "Photoshop? Doppelgänger? Ther