Todos los capítulos de FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Capítulo 781 - Capítulo 790

AUTHOR'S POV"Ahhh—yes… fuck… harder—ahhh—"The cry tore from her throat the second he slammed back into her, the wet slap of his hips against her ass echoing like a filthy percussion in the dim room."Ahhh yes… harder… fuck me harder like the cheap hoe I am—" she gasped, her voice already splintering as he gripped her waist and drove in deep, stretching her open with every punishing, thick thrust.He growled against her neck, pounding her without mercy, the obscene squelch of her soaked pussy swallowing him to the hilt."You like that, don't you?" he grunted, thrusting harder, his breath hot and ragged against her ear. "Say it. Tell me how much better this feels.""Ahhh—yes… harder… we're not married yet—" she sobbed, pushing back onto him, meeting each drive with a desperate roll of her hips. "Not married… so fuck me like a dirty slut… ahhh yes… pound this hole harder—"His palm cracked against her ass, the sting making her wail louder, then he grabbed a fistful of her hair and wren

She stepped closer, her voice rising to a shrill pitch. "You must be very bold to think you have the right to control me. He's my child too, and I'll tie him up or even kill him if I want!" "You will regret this, Elena..." Mitch cried bitterly. She slapped him hard across the face, her long nail carving a burning line across his skin. "You think you can just come in here and ruin everything?" she hissed, her voice trembling with barely contained rage. "You think you have any right?" She slapped him again—harder, on the other cheek. Mitch's head lolled, his vision swimming. He tried to speak, tried to form words, but all that escaped was a wet, gurgling sound. "Look at you," Elena sneered, grabbing his chin and forcing him to meet her eyes. "Pathetic. Weak. You couldn't even keep me happy. And now you want to play the victim? You can't perform anymore, so you expect me to put up with your boring, useless sex life? You're nothing, Mitch. Nothing without me. I can do whatever

LENA'S POV I was completely absorbed in the pages of CEO Plus Size Crush by Caroluchy. Every chapter ended with another cliffhanger, making it impossible to stop reading. But it wasn’t just the plot—the protagonist’s journey mirrored something deep within me, painfully relatable, I must say. My eyes eagerly devoured each line while my fingers absentmindedly combed through Tarzan’s thick, dark hair. He lay beside me, his head resting comfortably on my lap, one muscular arm draped around my waist even in sleep, as though he feared I’d disappear if he let go. Adorable,right! The king-sized bed was more than generous enough to accommodate his towering body, leaving him stretched out in perfect comfort. My fingers continued their lazy path through his hair, tracing idle circles against his scalp. Even deep in sleep, he seemed to lean into my touch like he couldn't get enough, making me to keep going. Then, a tiny snore escaped him. Snrrr… I bit my lip, smothering a smile that thre

"That's... unexpected," I said, a nervous laugh escaping me. "But not shocking. He has all it takes to be a model, honestly. But wait—did you say you stalked him?"I laughed again, shaking my head at the memory."I was desperate, okay? And a lot happened in between—some of it was honestly terrifying—but we're back together, Mom. Coming to Paris was the best decision I ever made. I'm so happy—so, so happy. I can barely believe it myself. So much changed, but our love survived all of it. I haven't felt this happy in a very long time."I was practically bouncing on the sofa now, my voice rising with each word."And do you know the best part?""He proposed?" she asked.I blinked, caught off guard. That wasn't what I expected her to say."Not yet," I admitted, grinning. "But I think he will soon. He asked to meet you and Dad."The silence on the other end of the line was deafening. I could feel something was off."Us?" Her voice had gone carefully neutral. "Lena, I don't think that's a gre

Tarzan's grin only widened, taking on a wicked, unrepentant edge that made my stomach flip in ways I refused to acknowledge. "Is it working then?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate straight through my bones. "Unfortunately, no," I lied, even as heat bloomed treacherously low in my belly. I lifted my chin, summoning every ounce of defiance I possessed. "I'm made of steel. Completely immune to your charms." "Liar." He snapped. Then he dipped his head, and I felt the light scrape of his teeth over the sensitive spot just below my ear—a place he knew too well, had mapped with devastating precision. At the same time, his hands found my heavy breasts, palms cupping their weight with a reverence that made my breath hitch. He kneaded them roughly, his thumbs circling my aching nipples until they peaked instantly, straining against the thin cotton of his shirt I wore. My knees nearly buckled. I bit my lower lip, hard, fighting the overwhelming heat pooling betw