Page 111 of Their Broken Legend

“Just…” I pinch the bridge of my nose and massage up into my eyes—tired but anxious. “Be real with me, Shosh. What should I expect? What’s the future really look like for me and… for Kaya.”

I hear her exhale through the phone. “CTE is not a death sentence…but…itisa life sentence. You’ll probably develop a form of dementia—let’s just be honest. There is a very high possibility of that. You’ll slowly start to forget things. Your mind will lag. You’ll have cognitive issues—that’s a certainty.” She stops herself, and I grasp the phone harder. “But you’ll live, Xan, and you can have a great life…together.And if you’re healthy and careful, these things won’t be debilitating until much later on in life.”

“And if something happens…” I drop my hand from my forehead, the headache an ominous voice in itself. “Earlier?”

“What are you asking?”

“I need you to be the one.”

A shaky breath leaves her. “Xan.”

My brothers will do anything for me apart from letting me go…“You know,” I start, and I can’t stop. “You have been through it. I know you regret not letting Akila go when she was ready to. I know you regret it.Please…They won’t be able to make the call. You know me, sis. Make sure they let me go. If I’m not me, make sure they let me go before I become...” My silence whispers her name—Akila.

The other end of the phone is quiet. The bombshell of my confession is raw and painful, and I hope I only have to say it this once. I hope she understands.

“Okay, Xan.” Her voice is soft. “I heard you. I’ll make sure we make the right decision for you.”

We leave the conversation on that statement. It’s all I needed to be said. I had to say it aloud while I am still capable. A small comfort fills me, knowing I’ll live fast and hard or not at all.

Wandering back through the quiet house, my mind drifts down the corridor, followed by my eyes. Locking briefly on my dad’s closed door, I don’t hover. I frown and continue back toher.

Inside my room, I’m stilled by the sight flopped in innocence and vulnerability on my mattress.

A small naked body with her knee hitched to the side and the blanket bunched between her legs. Her pelvis is lifted by the material. A damn offering. Her pussy flashes at me below her soft, supple arse-cheeks. She took my cock twice last night. My need to burn the fuel inside my veins fucked her to fatigue.

I stare at her, my gaze sweeping heatedly over each smooth curve from her lush, long legs, to the two closed lips below her heart-shaped arse-cheeks. I drag my thumb along my lower lip as I drink in her lithe figure.

Fuck. Me.

Dark-caramel hair like angel’s wings fanning out around her and down the track of her spine.

I stroll to the edge of the bed. I push my sweatpants down and fist my cock, squeezing until pain surges, warning me of the tight hold. I hiss and squeeze a bit harder. Standing over her, I start to jerk the long length, squeezing the tip and then drawing the skin down and up. Hard. Fast.

With one hand choking my cock, I use the other to slide my fingers over her; her ankle, her calve, her soft inner knee, and up her lush thighs.

Dark stems of pleasure creep in around my vision.

To not wake her, I gently cup her delta, apply pressure with my palm and groan as my cock starts to dribble over my hard stroking fist.

“Fuck,”I grunt, trying not to close my eyes as the pressure builds at my spine and grasps my ball to contractions. She fucked up yesterday. If she ever does that again, I’ll fucking die. She nearly fucking killed me this time… I’m not sharing her. I’m keeping her.

I drop my cock, the thick, aching appendage pulsing, needing more, while my possessiveness makes me want to prove something to her, to me.

Slowly, I prowl across the mattress, working my way up her body until I’m bracing myself with my hands on either side of her head. Looming over her delicate, fragile figure, I realise how easily I could do anything to her. With my strength, I could take anything. She couldn’t stop me.

I don’t want her this vulnerable with anyone else. She has to live with me from now on—forever.My breathing takes on a fierce edge. Her hair blows beneath the heavy panting. My cock leaks over her luscious arse.

As I dip down into her hair, I inhale her scent and groan as the smell of me and her hits my nose. I’ve always liked the scent of sex. It’s fucking primitive. In my cells. A need that isn’t civilised or tame. And right now, she smells like sex and my body wash—mine.

I drop to my elbows and notch my cock at her entrance, then manoeuvre her hitched knee down. I straighten her legs between my knees, lock them together, and slowly squeeze inside her in small, steady thrusts of my hips.

She moans in her slumber.

Half inside her tight pussy, I lap my tongue along her spine to the nape of her neck. Inching in more, I fight my goddamn need to fuck the pressure out. It builds to the point of pain. Hard thrusts will release me, leave me loose, but instead, I work my cock inside her hole slowly, so she merely moans and wriggles in her deeply fatigued consciousness.

The pace becomes painful.

Dammit.

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