All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

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GOOD ENOUGH TO FUCK

Gabi lifted her head, her eyes glazed with pleasure. For a brief second, surprise flickered across her face when she saw me standing in the doorway. Then she rolled her eyes and looked away, biting her lip as Mitch continued slamming into her from behind like a man possessed. He didn’t slow down. If anything, he fucked her harder, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the room. His gaze flicked to me, dark and mocking, as if my presence only fueled him. Like he wanted me to see how deep he was buried inside her. How much she was loving it. “I’m cumming—fuck, you have the best pussy ever!” he growled, pounding relentlessly into her ass. “That’s it. Milk Daddy’s dick. Gonna fill you up, baby.” “I’m cumming too!” Gabi screamed, her voice cracking as her body shuddered violently beneath him. I stood there in silence as they both finished, Mitch’s low groans mixing with Gabi’s broken whimpers. When he finally pulled out, he smirked, not even bothering to hide his satisfacti

MITCH HELP!

“What did you just say to me, bitch?”I asked coldly, my blood boiling. “You heard me loud and clear. What are you going to do about it, you barren?” She repeated herself, her voice dripping with contempt. I smiled, then slowly turned to the door and locked it from the inside. I walked to Mitch’s closet, took his belt, and folded it in my hand. “You know I’m a very tolerating person… but you’ve really done it, Gabi. Congratulations.” When I turned back to her, Gabi’s smug expression faltered for the first time. She sat up on the bed, still naked. “What the fuck are you trying to do with that belt?” “Well, dearie, since you can spit nonsense at me from that mouth of yours, I suppose you can also fight and defend yourself.” I could see the fear in her eyes. She grabbed her underwear and clothes and started dressing quickly. “You wouldn’t dare touch me. Mitch will hit you just like he did two days ago.” “Oh, he told you about that? Of course he’ll hit me—that is,

CALL THE COPS!

I slapped her again, then shoved her off the bed. She hit the floor hard, curling up, crying and mumbling apologies. Mitch’s voice came through the door as he kept throwing his fist against it. “LENA! I’m calling the cops if you don’t open this door right fucking now! What the hell is wrong with you?!” “Go ahead and call the cops, bastard!” I yelled back. ___________ Hours later, the sky had darkened into a heavy shade of gray. I knew it was evening. I sat stiffly against the edge of the bed, refusing to open the door because I already knew the fate waiting for me outside it. After what happened two days ago, I was terrified of facing Mitch again. He would kill me. So instead, I kept Gabi trapped inside the room with me. She lay curled on the floor, quietly sobbing into her arms, her body trembling every few seconds. Sleep kept trying to pull her under, but fear wouldn’t let her rest. Every little sound made her flinch violently, like she expected another sl

HE IS STILL MY HUSBAND

My hands shook as I hurried toward the door and unlocked it. The moment it opened, I froze. “Coco?” She looked completely different. She wasn't in her dress, the weird makeup, instead, she wore a fitted black suit, looking even more masculine than I had ever seen before. “Is that really you?” I whispered. She nodded once. I glanced past her toward the living room and nearly gasped. Two massive men were brutally hitting Mitch while he tried helplessly to shield himself. “Wait…” I breathed nervously. “Who are those people?” “My friends,” Coco answered calmly. Then she turned toward the men. “That’s enough,” he said firmly. “I’m sure he’s learned his lesson." The men stepped back immediately. I just stood there, stunned speechless. Behind me, Gabi was all dressed and suddenly bolted from the room. For a second, I thought she was running toward Mitch. But she didn’t. She sprinted straight out the front door and disappeared just like that. I blinked....who

A CLUBHOUSE?

I got out of the house still fuming, my chest rising and falling with anger that refused to cool. “You should have let me hit him to my heart’s content. I don’t know when I’ll ever get the courage to do that again.” I huffed loudly and sighed in frustration. “You were really fierce back there.” She chuckled softly. A smug smile tugged at my lips. “I used to be very active when I was younger. I lost that part of myself when my mother died…” I muttered, my voice thinning for a second before I brushed the painful memory aside. “But that’s not important right now. What exactly did you want to talk to me about?” I folded my arms and looked at him expectantly. She rubbed her beard. “Well… emmm…” My brows furrowed immediately. “Is Tarzan okay?” “Partially.” Coco replied. My heartbeat skipped violently. “What do you mean partially?!” I snapped, panic creeping into my voice. “When you left, Tarzan completely lost it so I thought maybe cheering him up would help,

HOW SHOULD I REACT?

I leaned my head against the seat and shut my eyes tightly. But deep down, I knew that wasn’t what was hurting me. It was the thought of those women surrounding him… touching him… devouring him while he was too drunk to stop them. Coco said he was wasted. If Tarzan was truly drunk, then he probably wouldn’t even have the strength to push anyone away even if he wanted to. My stomach twisted painfully. After what felt like forever—almost an hour and some minutes later—the car finally pulled over in front of a massive nightclub glowing with wild neon lights. A bright sign of a dancing woman flickered above the entrance. Luxury cars filled the parking lot from corner to corner. I swallowed nervously. I definitely wasn’t dressed for a place like this. Coco led the way again, and I followed closely behind her. The moment we entered, my senses were overwhelmed. The music was deafening. Colored lights flashed wildly across half-naked bodies grinding against each othe

DON'T DO IT

I folded my arms immediately. “Do you know how worried I was?” I scolded. “How could you drink this heavily and smoke so much in a place like this?” His brows furrowed weakly. “What are you doing here?” I scoffed lightly and looked away. “What am I doing here? Coco said you were asking for me.” Slowly, his hand lifted toward my face. Before I could react, his fingers brushed gently against my cheek. My breath caught instantly. Heat rushed to my face while my heartbeat stumbled wildly inside my chest. “I thought you left…” he murmured quietly. “Did you come because you got jealous after hearing I was with other women, huh?” A lazy smirk tugged at his lips. I rolled my eyes quickly to hide my embarrassment. “I guess you’re not as drunk as I thought.” His fingers slid lower until they rested against my lips, stroking them absentmindedly. “It feels good seeing you worried about me,” he whispered. “You came running here like a clingy little puppy.” My cheeks

LOOSEN UP

Coco said Tarzan had already paid for a nearby hotel room so we could stay there for the night.The moment we stepped into the luxurious suite, memories flooded back instantly.I had been here before.This was the same hotel room where I had woken up after Tarzan stayed by my side all night when I had that terrible fever.Back then, he had taken care of me so gently.And now…I was the one dragging his drunken self across the room.I grunted under my breath as I struggled to support his massive body toward the bed.“Good Lord…” I muttered breathlessly. “Why did they leave this giant with me?”Honestly, I couldn’t even blame them.The moment Coco and the others tried helping him earlier, Tarzan had glared at them with bloodshot eyes and growled something terrifying.“Touch me and I’ll kill you.”I shivered just remembering it.Drunk Tarzan was strangely soft and frightening at the same time.“Move your leg… nghh… we’re almost there,” I complained while trying to drag him forward.Final

KEEP IN MY HEART

“What?” I frowned immediately. “No. Of course I don’t.” “Then why do you keep messing with my head?” His voice cracked painfully. “Do you know how hard this has been for me?” “You are the one to talk? Do you know how hard it was for me too? After everything that happened back then, you chose to be cold towards me even after I apologized. I needed you then… I wanted you to hold me and make me feel safe. I know you did your best but… I wanted more. It wasn't easy for me too, Tarzan.” I paused. What am I even saying all that for? I was the one who ruined everything. And Tarzan was drunk—talking about it now wouldn't help in any way. I glanced down at him and found his eyes glistening with tears. “I'm sorry I acted cold toward you all that time, Lena. I was scared.” Then suddenly— Tears slipped down his cheeks. The sight of this huge, powerful man crying beneath me made my heart clench painfully. He looked so broken, so vulnerable. “I was scared you'd leave me for Mitch again,”

DON'T STOP

I should have stopped kissing him. I knew I should. But I couldn't. Every slow, clumsy stroke of his mouth against mine sent heat spiraling down my spine and pooling between my thighs. *This is wrong. I'm taking advantage of him.* The thought flickered weakly in my mind, drowned out by the heavy thud of my heartbeat. I tried to pull away, but his large hand cupped the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair as he held me in place. "Please don't…" he whispered hotly against my lips, voice low and rough with need. "It's okay… Keep kissing me, Lena. I don't want you to stop." The way he said my name—soft, almost pleading—made my stomach tighten. He sounded so sincere, even through the haze of drunkenness. He doesn't know what he's saying, I told myself. He might regret this in the morning. But the excuse felt weak, because deep down, I wanted this. I wanted him. His body, his touch, his helpless desire—I wanted all of it for myself. I closed my eyes and surr

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