All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 871 - Chapter 880

I felt my spine stiffen, but I forced myself to stay calm and refused to let her insults get under my skin. “I’m his manager, yes.” “Be useful and fetch me another cold bottle. This one’s warm. And while you’re at it, tell the lighting guy the backlight is making me look washed out. I don’t do washed out.”She instructed with an air of pride. I stared at her for a second, confused. “I’m sorry, but I’m not a runner,” I said carefully. “If you need something, there are people assigned for that.” Her eyebrows lifted in exaggerated surprise, her mouth dropping open as she pressed a hand to her chest. Then she laughed—that kind of exaggerated laugh meant to provoke. She glanced left and right, then back at me. “Oh, you’re jealous of me.” “What?” The word slipped out before I could stop it, astonishment getting the better of me. “Yes, that’s what this attitude is all about. Am I right? You’re jealous because Mr. Silver is working with me—and he’s attracted to me.”"Attracted to y

The moment the words left my mouth, his hands came up to cradle my face, gentle at first—then his mouth claimed mine.The kiss was hungry, deep, the kind that said he’d been holding himself back for far too long. I could barely breathe; he was literally stealing the air from my lungs. His lips moved against mine with fierce intensity, tongue sweeping in to taste me, and I felt my carefully constructed walls begin to crack.I moaned into his mouth. His arms tightened around me, pulling me flush against his body. That insistent pressure against my lower stomach was impossible to ignore now. He was still hard, still aching, and the knowledge sent a low pulse of heat between my own legs.His hands slid down my back, then lower, gripping my ass as he walked me backward until my shoulders met the wall. He never broke the kiss. One of his thighs slipped between mine, pressing upward just enough to make my breath hitch. I clutched at the front of his robe, fingers curling into the fabric lik

I hadn't even recovered from the way his fingers had tortured me. Then he dropped to his knees and pushed my thighs open. *We don't have time for this!* I wanted to protest, but the words died in my throat. He kissed me right there—then dragged his tongue straight up my center in one long, unbroken stroke. I cried out, hands fisting in his hair. He devoured me like he was starving—broad, wet stripes over my clit, then lower, his tongue pushing inside me while his thumbs held me open. The wet, obscene sounds filled the cramped trailer, mingling with the low hum of the air conditioner and the distant, muffled noise of the set outside. My hips jerked off the couch. I was already soaked, and every pass of his tongue only made it worse—hotter, wetter, more desperate. He sucked my clit between his lips, flicked it hard with the tip of his tongue, and slid two fingers into me at the same time. The stretch pulled a broken moan from my chest. He curled them, found that spot t

I let go and shattered around him, clenching so hard he groaned and buried himself to the hilt, his rhythm faltering. He cursed under his breath, his hips stuttering, and I felt him pulse inside me—hot, deep—as he followed me over. His release filled me instantly. He stayed there for a long moment, both of us panting, slick with sweat. The trailer suddenly felt too hot, even the air-conditioner wheezing warm air. "Fuck." He growled and pulled out slowly. I whimpered at the loss. He collapsed beside me on the narrow couch, pulling me against his chest. His lips brushed my cheek. "I love you." I lay there boneless, chest still heaving, skin sticky with sweat and everything else. I tried to lift my head, but the muscles in my neck felt like they’d been replaced with rubber. Everything ached—in that deep, satisfied, used way that made my toes curl just thinking about it. "My outfit is ruined," I mumbled against his chest, my voice a hoarse, scratchy whisper. "What am I supposed

I didn’t move after I lifted my head to see the model pulling me.“Get your hand off me. What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”I asked her.Her face was flushed, eyes glassy.“What is the meaning of what I just saw in there?” she whispered, voice trembling and brow arched in a frown.I stared at her for a beat. “What’s your name again?”“What’s my name?!” She scoffed, glancing around as if searching for an audience to witness her outrage. “I don’t even know why I agreed to work with you. You disrespect everyone around you… and you think you can get away with it just because you are popular. I am popular too so don't try to...""Sasha!"Her manager called and hurried over, murmuring apologies on her behalf and tried to pull her aside, but she was reluctant.“Sasha, this is not the time, please,” the manager pleaded.My own team watched in silence from a far. The director hadn’t said a word yet.I dipped my hand into my pocket and was glad the cigar I left in there was still intac