All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 811 - Chapter 820

"So from this moment on, you two will not be alone. Ever." Scar declared. "What do you mean?" I asked, a knot forming in my stomach. "I've assigned a rotating team of six operatives to you. Day and night. They'll be everywhere—watching from rooftops, parked down the street, posing as neighbors, working at the café you like. You won't even notice them most of the time." "That sounds invasive," I said flatly. "Lady Lena, with respect," Scar replied, his voice dropping, "you are Lord Ricardo's daughter, which makes you the primary target. Damon might spare Tarzan, but not you, if he has to choose. Worse, he knows that you two are now aware of his true intentions. So these aren't just precautions—they're necessities." Tarzan nodded slowly in agreement, his jaw tight. "You agree?" I asked in surprise. "I'm afraid... but I don't want to take any chances when it comes to your safety, and I can't do that work alone. If I could, I'd split myself into clones to handle this, but since th

"Your cousin Christy showed me your trendy video from the Gala that Paris hosted last week. I am super proud of you." My cheeks flushed warm, a smile tugging at my lips despite everything. "Thanks, Dad." When the call ended, I couldn't help the tears that clouded my eyes. They spilled over—hot and silent—trailing down my cheeks as I stood there in the middle of the room. Looking back, I could never have imagined how much my life has changed. An invisible, depressed woman whose whole aim was to make her husband happy and lose weight. Now? Now I am actually someone who is being treasured like a fragile egg. Someone who gets random calls just to ask if I'm doing well... and to remind me that I am worthy of being seen and heard. A mother and father—actual family I call and hear from... a cousin... and many more relatives I am yet to meet. And that's not all. I am currently studying at the best culinary school in Paris, about to make my dream of owning a restaurant a re

That was some dare!Lena paused, her eyes widening."I… I didn't mean now... I mean then… then… also… ummm… you're not a child anymore. It would be weird, you know—we have a seven-year age difference."She stammered, cheeks flushed."And?"He replied with a raised brow.Lena paused again. It was obvious Tarzan hated it whenever she used her age as an excuse to keep distance between them."You know what… I'm grateful I came across your school that day. I didn't know I would meet the boy who would save my miserable life in the future."He smiled softly."I didn't save you, Lena.""You did," she replied firmly.He smiled faintly and shook his head."The woman standing in front of me survived years of cruelty without becoming cruel herself. You survived rejection from the one you truly loved. You survived betrayal. You survived loneliness."His fingers brushed a strand of hair behind her ear."And somehow… you still chose kindness. You're the sweetest person on earth, Lena."His voice gre

"He's really a naughty... big boy," Lena said with a sheepish smile.Tarzan's hands slid from her waist to the curve of her ass, his fingers pressing into her soft flesh."I'm afraid," he murmured, his voice low and dark, "because right now, mine is telling me to stop talking and show you exactly what that weapon thinks about you."Lena's breath caught as he pulled her tighter against him, the evidence of his desire pressing insistently against her backside. She turned in his arms, her own snaking around his neck as she faced him. They made intense, breath-stealing eye contact."You still have a show to attend, you know," she whispered, one of her hands sliding down to rest on his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart beneath her palm.He suddenly spanked her."Tar...zan." She gasped."I like the way you say my name," he murmured against her skin, his voice a husky rumble. "All breathless like that. Makes me want to hear it over and over again."Lena felt the vibration of his wo

Tarzan kissed her again, then positioned himself at her entrance, the thick head of him pressing against her aching heat.He didn’t thrust—not yet.He held there, teasing, letting her feel every inch of what he was about to give her.“Look at me, Lena,” he commanded softly.She did.Her eyes locked on his as he began to push inside.The first stretch of him was exquisite torture—less sharp than the last time, but no less overwhelming. He filled her slowly, inch by agonizing inch.Lena’s mouth fell open on a broken cry as he sank deeper, her inner walls clenching and fluttering around him.“God, you’re so tight,” he groaned, jaw tight, veins standing out along his neck. “So perfect. So fucking perfect.”He paused when he was buried to the hilt, and Lena felt utterly, completely full. She could feel every pulse of him, every twitch, the fine tremor running through his body as he forced himself to stay still.“Tarzan,” she whimpered, nails digging into his broad shoulders. “Move. Please.