All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

LENA'S POVI was halfway to the door, purse slung over my shoulder, when Mitch suddenly stepped in front of me and leaned his back against it, blocking my exit.His eyes had that familiar darkened look I hadn’t seen in years. My heart raced nervously.*Did he find out I was going to Tarzan’s?*“Is there a problem, honey?” I asked.His gaze swept over me from head to toe before pausing at my chest. I quickly looked down at myself, afraid I had some kind of stain on my clothes.“I know it’s bad timing,” he said, his voice low and rough, “but I’m horny. Let’s make love again, Lena.”My stomach flipped. My heart raced so violently it felt like I’d been thrown off a skyscraper.Three long years without him touching me like this… and now this? Why did it have to be right now, when I desperately needed to get to Tarzan’s and retrieve that damned thong?I tried to keep my voice steady. “Honey, can you wait,please? I won’t be long. I just really need to go pick that thing up.”His eyes widene

“Tarzan?” The boss’s voice cut through my thoughts. I forced the words out. “I’ll...be at the headquarters tonight".* Lena said she will be here soon, so I won't leave until then* “Good. Hey… . I know you’ve always seen Keisha as a younger sister. But if she sees you as something more now—or if you’re starting to see her as a woman—I will gladly give my blessings. You’re a great kid, Tarzan. I have three beautiful daughters. Nothing would make me happier than passing my legacy to someone capable like you. Someone I trust.” The pressure in my chest tightened like a vice. “I’m honored,” I managed, my voice flat. The call ended with a click that echoed in my skull. I dropped the phone onto the bed and lay back down, eyes squeezed shut, one arm thrown over my face. *How the hell do I escape this prison?* The empire, the expectations, the invisible chains I’d worn for years—they were tightening again. “I know what you’re thinking,” Damon said quietly from where he sti

I sucked lightly, moving my head a little, completely unsure if I was even doing it right.Mitch groaned at first, but it quickly turned into a frustrated sigh.“Fuck… Lena, come on,” he muttered, sounding disappointed. “You really have no idea what you’re doing, do you? I thought I explained this last time.”I pulled back for a second, breathing shakily.“I—I’m sorry… I don’t really remember how—”“Yeah, clearly you don’t,” he cut me off. “ I can feel your fucking teeth scraping me. Cover them up. And stop being so hesitant. You act like you’ve never seen a dick before.”He suddenly sounded like his old self again.I must have annoyed him.The shame burned through me. I nodded quickly, embarrassed tears already pricking at my eyes.I leaned in again, trying harder this time. I pressed my lips tighter over my teeth and took him back into my mouth, bobbing my head awkwardly. I had no rhythm, no real technique—just clumsy movements and too much spit.Every time he twitched in my mouth,

TARZAN'S POVIt had been hours since that call, yet there was no sign of her.My chest was tight, muscles coiled with a restless energy I could barely contain.Something went wrong.I could feel it in my gut.I slammed my fist against the wooden porch railing."That's it. I'm going after her. I need to know if that bastard did something."Damon, who had been leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, straightened up immediately."Don't tell me you're planning to storm her house and question her husband about his own wife. Young master, think—""I don't give a fuck about that piece of shit!" I snarled, my voice low and venomous. "If he laid even one finger on her, I want him dead. Gone. Erased. That's not a request, Damon. That's my command."Damon sighed deeply, rubbing the back of his neck."Young master… just think this through for a second. You can't—""Not another word, Damon. Your job is to obey my instructions. Not to be my special advisor. I don't care if you think it's ri

I stood there frozen, the words hitting me like a punch to the gut. The way she said it—defensive, almost possessive—made my blood boil. My fists clenched so tight my knuckles turned white, and for a split second, I wanted to put one through the wall. But I forced myself to breathe. To not explode right there in front of her. "Lovemaking?" I scoffed, my eyes dropping again to the fresh bruises on her neck. "Why are you acting like I did something wrong? You knew I was married, and yet you… you know what? I should leave now." She turned and walked past me. "If it was just lovemaking, Lena, then why the hell does it hurt? Why are you limping like you can barely stand? A man who loves you wouldn't do that to you." I said it before she could reach the door. She paused but didn't turn to face me. "Whatever you saw on my body was concensual it's not your place to worry about it, Tarzan. Please stay away from me. I mean it this time. You don't know Mitch like I do. My marriage… it'