Todos os capítulos de FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Capítulo 951 - Capítulo 960

LENA'S POV"You want to see him?"Tarzan's voice came laced with surprise, his chest rumbling beneath my cheek.We were just settling in for bed when I'd told him about my decision to visit Andres. "Are you sure about this, baby?" His hand came up to stroke my hair, gentle and slow.I nodded again. "I just need to see how he's doing. That's all."He let out a long sigh, the sound vibrating through his ribs. "Alright," he conceded, his voice low and resigned. "Let's go."We slipped out of bed, the cool air raising goosebumps along my arms. Tarzan knelt without hesitation, his large, calloused hands guiding my feet gently into my shoes. Then we stepped out of the building into the chill of the night.The walk to the dark tunnel building felt interminable. The security presence was suffocating—armed men stationed at every corner, their watchful eyes tracking our every step. For a moment, I almost forgot that Lord Ricardo was my father. I was just a girl, awed and intimidated by the for

A brief silence settled over the room.Even Tarzan was stunned by my statement. Andres’s one good eye narrowed at me.Then he laughed, a rattling sound that broke into a cough. .“Is that a threat?” he rasped. “You can’t even kill a harmless fly. You’d cry if I raised my voice too loud. What are you going to do, Lena? Talk me to death?”Tarzan stepped forward.“Lena, let me—”“No.” I held up a hand. “I can handle this myself.""Are you sure about this baby?"He whispered."Yes..yes I am sure."I replied.He stopped back.I glanced across the room.A metal baseball bat leaned against the wall, its head studded with blood stained iron spikes.I walked to it and closed my fingers around the grip. “What do you plan to do with that, bitch?”He asked.“Play baseball.” I turned the bat in my hands. “What else?”I smiled at him.His gaze flicked past me to Tarzan.“She’s going to harm herself, playing with a thing like that.”He told to Tarzan.I looked back at Tarzan."Baby, he said I am

I lunged toward Andres again, but Tarzan caught me, pulling me back against his chest. I fought him, clawing at his arms, but he held me tightly."No, Lena. No more, baby." His voice was soft, pleading. "You've done enough. He's not worth it. If you kill him, you might have to live with that. You don't have to stain your hands because of him.""I don't care! He deserves to die… why… what did I ever do to him?" I sobbed. "I want to see him take his last breath. Maybe then this pain in my chest will be lifted. Maybe then our baby will know how angry Mommy is—and what lengths I'd go to show how much I loved him."Tarzan went still.Then his arms tightened around me."Lena," he breathed."I don't care. I want him dead." I turned in his arms, burying my face in his chest. The blood on my hands soaked into his shirt. "He made you cry so much. I want him to feel the pain you felt."He held me, one hand cradling the back of my head, the other wrapped tight around my waist. I felt his body shu

He shouldered the bedroom door open and set me down gently on the floor. I stood there a moment, still feeling slightly out of place in my own skin.“Now. Shower. You first, or me?” he asked.“You,” I said. “I still need a minute. To… process everything.”His eyes softened. “Take all the time you need.” He pressed a kiss to my lips and disappeared into the bathroom.Soon, I heard the shower running. I stayed where I was, staring at my hands. The blood had begun to dry, cracking between my fingers. Andres’s blood....I should have felt guilt for causing him to bleed that much but Instead I could only feel a strange hollow satisfaction.Twenty minutes later Tarzan came out with a towel slung low on his hips. Water still beaded on his chest and traced the line of his abs down to the V that disappeared beneath the terry cloth.My mouth went dry at the sexiness of him.I swallowed tightly.“Babe?”I blinked. *Babe! Right. He's my man. I had forgotten that for a second thirsting over h

His rhythm didn’t falter. If anything, my plea only unleashed something feral in him.His hand left my clit. Both hands gripped my hips as he drove into me hard enough to shove me up the mattress. The headboard knocked the wall in time with my pulse.“You want faster?” he growled, voice low and wrecked. “I’ll give you faster.”He pulled out almost all the way, leaving me empty and gasping, then slammed back in. The sudden fullness tore a cry from my throat. My back bowed off the bed. He did it again. And again.“This pussy,” he said, sealing each word with a deep stroke, “is mine. You are mine.”“Yes,” I sobbed. “Yours. I’m yours.”He leaned down and kissed me hard—messy, open-mouthed, tongues sliding yet his hips never slowed.When he broke the kiss, he rested his forehead against mine. His eyes burned into mine.“I swear. I could make love to you all day,” he whispered, voice cracking.“Then do it,” I challenged, breathless and broken.“Yes, boss.”He pulled out, flipped me onto m