Page 15 of A Dove To Break (The Dove Institute Collection #1)

Alania

We are all gathered in the common area, but something is wrong.

Gemma and Fredrico aren’t here. The masters are talking to each other, but about what?

This wasn’t part of the plan. It’s too soon for this to be it.

Adrian hasn’t said a word to me, but he’s been so affectionate.

I’m scared for someone else, and I’m not used to it.

I’m not used to caring about anyone but me.

Self-preservation, or maybe selfishness.

“Come on, ladies,” Raul says.

No one stands.

No one flinches.

We all stare at him in silent protest, demanding to know where she is.

“Girls, please,” Raul says with a weak sigh.

“No,” I say.

“You were gone all night,” Fiona says. “We want answers.”

“Adrian,” Raul says. “I don’t have the energy to punish them for this.”

“What’s going on?” Adrian says as he walks over.

“They’re refusing to stand.”

“Alania, sta—”

“No,” I say simply. “Punish me all you want, but no. No to everything.”

Adrian squats down and takes my hands while everyone watches. “I only have so much power, Little Dove. Please,” he says. “We are not intentionally keeping secrets.”

“Then don’t,” I snap and yank my hands away.

“That is no way to speak to your Master. Stand now!” The headmaster barks at me. Adrian grits his teeth and closes his eyes.

“No,” I say. “None of us feel safe. If you expect me to blindly follow when I don’t feel safe, you might as well shoot me in the fucking head now. Fuck you and your goddamn society if this is how things are.”

“ What the fuck did you just say to me?! ” Headmaster Charles screams at me. He steps toward me, but the moment he reaches for me, Adrian stands and grabs the front of his dress shirt to yank him closer.

“You put one fucking finger on my woman and I will fucking kill you right here, Charles. You made this goddamn mess, so you fucking clean it up. I am not punishing her for being scared. None of them is getting punished because of you or him.”

“Jesus. I’m done,” Raul says, turning to the submissives.

“Last night, Fredrico hurt Gemma very badly. He raped her with a knife several times, and she sustained massive blood loss. The Society is not making Fredrico step out of the program, but he is with the council today. Gemma is still in critical condition and on a ventilator. She had an emergency hysterectomy to stop the bleeding, and we will know more later.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I snap and stand up. “Is this how this world is? What was this bullshit about building a better world for tomorrow? Wasn’t that the motto?”

“Under different command, yes,” Charles says with a tight tone.

“Oh, and now you run everything? Right. What is the motto now? Rape, abuse, neglect, and murder innocent women because you have tiny dick syndrome?”

“That’s enough,” he growls. “Adrian, control your submissive, or I will.”

“Fuck you,” Adrian says, then takes my hand and pulls me away a few steps to hug me.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

“Don’t apologize,” he whispers. “It was brutal, and she nearly died, but she’s safe. Raul got her on a jet as soon as she was stable and across the country.”

“Good,” I sigh.

“Everyone, take the day off class. We will make up the material next week,” the headmaster says. “ But everyone must stay in their rooms. Masters and submissives. I expect you all to take this time to bond and work on obedience training.”

Adrian wastes no time pulling me through the common area and back into our room.

It’s like we are possessed because the second he flips the lock, we are ripping our clothes off.

Adrian grabs the backs of my thighs and picks me up before sitting on the bed.

Running on instinct, I push him back and drop myself down on his cock, making us both moan.

He moves us up on the bed but doesn’t stop me from bouncing on his cock, riding him.

It feels like bliss the way his hands roam my body, desperate to touch every inch of me.

He squeezes and kneads my breasts, and my head falls back as I moan.

“Fuck, Little Dove. I’m not going to make it if I’m watching you ride my cock so pretty like this,” Adrian groans.

“Good,” I pant and ride him faster, tightening my pussy around him.

I want to make him come so badly that I don’t care if I get off.

I just want him to fucking melt for me the way I melt for him.

“Come for me, Adrian. Fill me with your come… God, your cock feels so good. Show me how much you love my pussy.”

“God, I love it,” he moans. I open my eyes, and what a fucking sight he is. Adrian fucking Santos is gripping onto my waist while his eyes roll back and he pants as I ride his cock.

“Come for me, Adrian. You can do it,” I encourage, loving how he responds to my command. “Be a good boy and come in me, Adrian. Now. Come for me…. Fuck. There it is. God, you are fucking stunning.”

“Oh God!” he whimpers.

He fucking whimpered . I watch him lose himself to the pleasure, and let me keep control… Until I stop moving.

The second I stop, his eyes snap open, and he flips us and pins me to the bed. “You sneaky little brat,” he growls and slams his cock into me.

“Fuck!” I cry out. “How are you still hard?!”

“You dominated me,” he says as he hooks my legs over his arms and folds me.

“You liked it!” I gasp when he slams into me again. “You did! You can’t deny it! Such a good boy.”

“I’ll show you how much of a good boy I am,” he says, planting his hands on the bed beside my shoulders and driving into me.

“Fuck! So good. Such a good boy!” I cry out as he rams into me as hard as he can. “Oh my God, yes. Harder. Please, God, be a good boy. Fuck me harder!”

Adrian snarls and drops my legs so he can lean into me. “I’m going to fucking break you for this,” he growls, but still fucks me harder.

“Please, God,” I say, grabbing his face. “Fuck me like you are trying to hurt me. Please, Master.”

“Goddamn it, I fucking love you,” he groans as he covers my mouth and starts ramming into me as hard and fast as he can. I arch off the bed and scream into his hand as he fucks me. By the time we come, I am nearly limp and breathless.

Adrian drops down onto the bed beside me and pulls me to his chest. We are panting and trying to catch our breath when it clicks. “You said you love me,” I choke out.

“I did… and I do,” he says, kissing the top of my head. “I love you, Alania.”

“I think I love you, too. I’ve never loved anyone before,” I say.

“We have the rest of our lives to grow. We are in no rush,” he says. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Oh?” I ask, sitting up on my elbow.

“Yep. I have my laptop and a whole catalog of movies we can watch,” he says. “Rom-com or Horror?”

“Uh. Horror!” I say happily.

“Thank God,” he laughs and pulls me closer to kiss me. “My sweet little Dove. I can’t wait to take you to our home.”

“I can’t wait either,” I say with a smile.