Lahat ng Kabanata ng FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

“He is my husband.”“He doesn’t love you,” he said calmly.I frowned. “He does! Just not this shapeless version of me.”I looked at him sadly. “When I get back in shape, our love will return to the way it was before. Men are visual creatures. It’s not his fault that he doesn’t find me attractive anymore. He loves slender women.”He scoffed.“I can’t believe you’re making excuses for him and blaming your body. Did he fall in love with you or with your body?”“Isn’t that what matters to all men?”“That makes me an alien then.”“That makes you a pretender,” I shot back, then immediately regretted it.I was being too harsh. I didn’t even know him. But from everything Mitch had told me over the years, men were all the same when it comes to being visual creatures. They function to what they are attracted to.I couldn’t just throw away five years of marriage for a stranger’s words.“Lena… you are beautiful. Don’t let him make you feel like you’re not enough just because your body changed. W

MITCH POV My phone rang, jolting me awake. My heart thudded like I’d been yanked out of a nightmare. For a split second, I thought of her. *Of course it’s Lena.* She must’ve finally come to her senses and decided to call. I grabbed the phone instantly. “Lena, where the hell are you?!” “Dude, it’s me.” Jake. My jaw tightened. I blinked hard and dragged a hand down my face, checking the caller ID. “Yeah… hello,” I muttered, voice rough with sleep, as I rubbed my tired eyes. “Man… what’s going on between you and Lena?” “Nothing,” I snapped, too quickly. “What do you mean, what’s going on?” There was a pause. “You don’t sound convincing. I got your text, remember? You said you were about to lose your shit. It’s past midnight, Mitch. I figured something serious was up.” *Wait, I texted him?* I sat up slowly, the room spinning for a second. That’s when I noticed it—I wasn’t in my bedroom. I had crashed in the guest room. How the hell did I even get here? “Talk to me, man. W

An awkward silence followed my failed attempt to explain myself. We stood there, him still frozen in place. *I can’t believe I went from trying to run away from him to hugging him.* Thankfully, he made a move first, lifted my head and saw him turning toward the apartment. “You seem to be very scared of reptiles. I’ll make sure nothing else is in there so you can sleep comfortably,” he said. My eyes widened. “Are you saying there could be more? Why do you even live here?” I asked, following him. “Here. It’s free… rents are hella expensive. So why not?” He shrugged. “I can protect myself. I guess I wasn’t named Tarzan for nothing.” “It’s still dangerous. Tarzan is a fictional character — don’t compare yourself to him,” I replied with a frown. “Just stay outside. When I finish checking everywhere, I’ll call you in.” “No!” The word flew out before I could stop it. He turned and raised a brow. I swallowed and immediately rushed to his side, standing c

"Lena, you are crying.." His voice came softly through the darkness. I held my breath. How could he have heard me? I had been so careful. "Thinking about him? I told you I’ll take you back home tomorrow. I won’t hold you against your will. You should rest. It’s been a rough day for you." He spoke quietly. I didn’t say anything. I closed my eyes and tried to force myself to sleep. It was useless. I couldn’t sleep. My body was wide awake, as if it had been drowned in caffeine. I wasn’t sure if it was guilt or something else. Mitch had done worse with other women. Wasn’t he supposed to feel worse than I did right now? I turned and stole a glance at Tarzan. He sat with his head lowered and arms folded, fast asleep. What could he possibly gain from all this? He wasn’t the kind of young man who lacked options. He could easily get any woman his age. So why did he keep messing around with me? Could it be that he thought I was a rich woman who would turn him into a sugar baby a

I closed my eyes tight, then opened them again. The scene was still there. Lena's wide hips and enormous ass jiggled uncontrollably, rippling like waves every time he slammed into her. His thick, veiny cock—much bigger and thicker than mine—disappeared balls-deep into her dripping, stretched pussy again and again. Creamy white juices coated his shaft and ran in messy strings down her trembling thunder thighs onto the kitchen floor. He suddenly pulled out, spun her around with ease, and lifted one of her thick legs high, hooking it over his shoulder. Her flexibility surprised me—she was flexible enough for that? Her other foot barely touched the floor as he drove back into her raw, pounding deep. Her massive tits bounced and slapped together violently with every thrust, nipples hard and dark. They kissed like starving animals, tongues sloppy and loud, while he fucked her without mercy. "Fuck… I can't get enough of this pussy! So fucking sexy, Lan," he hissed, slamming back in