All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 481 - Chapter 490

His lips moved against mine with a hunger that stole my breath, tongue teasing and claiming in a rhythm that made my toes curl. I moaned softly into his mouth, fingers threading through his hair, tugging just enough to draw a low growl from his throat. His strong hand stroked slowly down the curve of my back, fingertips tracing my spine before settling possessively on my ass, pulling me impossibly closer. I melted against his broad chest, my breasts pressed flush against him, heart racing in sync with his. “So… you missed your appointment because of this fat pussy?” I teased breathlessly, pulling back just enough to nip at his bottom lip, my eyes sparkling with mischief. He squeezed my ass firmly with both hands, that wicked, boyish grin spreading across his face as he ground up into me. “Worth every fucking bit,” he admitted with a deep, rumbling laugh that vibrated through his chest into mine. “I can’t help it, baby. I’m addicted. Completely." “You are not redeemable,”

The attendant led us deeper into the boutique, but we quickly ran into the real problem: my size. The mannequins scattered across the floor barely reached my shoulders. Every pair of pants Lena picked up looked like they’d shrink into capris the moment I tried them on. She held up one pair against my legs and frowned. “How are they so small? Or are you just too tall?" I shrugged. She tried another pair. “No.” Frustrated, she turned to the attendant. “Do you have taller sizes?” The woman blinked, caught off guard. “Taller… sizes?” “Yes,” Lena said firmly, pointing up at me. “My boyfriend isn’t shrinking anytime soon.” The attendant slowly scanned me from head to toe. Her head tilted back as she adjusted her glasses, as if only now truly registering my height. “O-of course, ma’am.” “And longer pants,” Lena added. “Yes, ma’am.” “And more expensive shirts.” The attendant’s eyebrows shot up, her expression flickering with subtle disbelief. Lena didn’t miss a beat. She radi

I shoved him away with every ounce of strength I had and slapped him hard across the face. “How dare you!” The sharp crack echoed through the hushed luxury watch section. Andres touched his cheek, his icy blue eyes flashing with surprise. Then, slowly, a dangerous smile curved his lips. His two bodyguards shifted their weight but stayed back. For a heartbeat, the air grew thick and heavy. My pulse thundered in my ears. I was completely alone in this section—Tarzan was still in the fitting room on the far side of the store. I took a careful step back, ready to scream or run. “You have fire,” Andres said softly, almost admiringly. “I like that. I like it even more.” I glared at him, jaw tight. “Stay the hell away from me. I’m here with my boyfriend, and I’m not interested in whatever game you’re playing.” He chuckled, casually adjusting his designer shades. “Boyfriend… for now.” His gaze swept over me like I was already his. “But Lena, I own this store—and many others. I can gi

She froze mid-step, her shoulders tensing visibly. For a long moment, the busy hum of the department store faded into nothing. It was just her, me, and the lie hanging thick between us. My heart slammed against my ribs. I desperately wanted to believe she could be honest with me—even though I knew I didn’t deserve it. “Tarzan… I already told you,” she said slowly. “Nothing happened. Can we please leave?” She reached for my hand, but I didn’t move. My fingers stayed buried in my pocket, nails biting into my palm. Andres’s scent still clung to her. The thought of him breathing the same air as her, flashing that smug fucking smile, made my blood boil. “Nothing, huh?” I asked again. “Yes. Why are you suddenly asking me if I have something to tell you?” I swallowed hard. A dark part of me wanted to push—wanted to tell her I could smell him on her skin. I wanted to demand every single detail so I could decide exactly how to destroy that bastard. But the part of me that c

Damon was silent. “Are you suddenly deaf?” Tarzan snarled, anger boiling over. “I’ve been too easy on you. I pulled you too close, let you speak carelessly—even about my woman. You’ve lost your goddamn mind, Damon!” Still nothing. The silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating. “Damon, talk, you bastard!” Tarzan exploded, fear twisting into fury. “Are you going to betray me? Be man enough to admit it!” When Damon finally spoke, his voice was slow and heavy, laced with exhaustion and something deeper—resignation, perhaps even sorrow. “If you die… Lena will move on. Did your parents really sacrifice everything just so you could throw your life away for a woman?” Tarzan’s breath caught painfully. A raw, searing pain bloomed behind his ribs at the mention of his parents. “Don’t you dare speak for my parents,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and trembling with barely contained rage. “I have some advice for you, Tarzan. Take it however you like… but it comes from a place