Unwanted (The Unlucky Ones, #1)

by Marley Valentine

He just continues to stare at me, his hazel-colored eyes full of longing. Full of yearning. Full of desire. For me. It hits me harder and cuts me deeper than any indifference and disappointment ever could. Because he’s looking at me the way he always has. Like time hasn’t passed. Like nothing has changed. Like he needs me. Like he loves me.

Wanting him and not being able to have him was a new feeling for me, and I didn’t know if I hated or loved it. The only thing I knew was that I had to have him. I needed him.

I want to beat at my own chest in possessive triumph at the sight of me marking him, and when Frankie rubs my release all over his length and brings himself to orgasm, I want to throw him over my shoulder, lock us both in a room, and do that over and over again.

“I have never stopped loving you,” he declares. “And I don’t think there’s a world in which I ever will.”

“Only me,” Arlo grits out. “It’s only ever been me.” “Only you,” I echo as the first tear falls. “I promise it’s only ever been you.”