Page 4 of A Dove To Break (The Dove Institute Collection #1)

Alania

Ten Minutes Ago

The thick blanket is yanked off me, and before I can roll, a weight comes down on me as I am pinned to the mattress.

My thin white nightgown is pulled up, and I thrash to try and free myself.

“Don’t fucking move, whore,” Phillip growls.

I hear his zipper as he straddles my body, and tears surface when I hear him spit into his palm.

“Stop!” I go to scream at him, but he shoves my face into the pillow.

“Stupid little bitch. Think you can talk to me like that?” he growls as he forces his dick into my ass. Pain sears through my belly when he shoves deep. “Fuuuck. Tight little whore. Take my cock, bitch.”

Phillip lays his weight down on my back to cover my mouth with his still-damp palm before he starts slamming into me, ramming into me with all of his anger.

Sobs rack my chest as I claw at the bed, trying to free myself.

He continues to push into me over and over again, and it hurts.

I’m used to pain, but not like this. Not even Dad has fucked me without lube.

Blood turned him off, and he never risked making me tear.

This monster is fucking me so hard that I can’t breathe.

My belly hurts, and the pain makes my body tense.

Every time I do, though, he moans in my ear and thrusts harder and faster.

“Fuck. So good. Not so fucking mouthy now. Take my cock. You’re mine.

My fucking whore, stupid fat bitch. Scream bitch.

Scream while you take my cock. Cry, slut.

Fucking weak… tight… oh fuuuuck so tight.

Oh God, take my come. Cry harder. Fuck, cry harder…

Goddamn it, this tight fucking ass,” he moans in my ear.

His hot breath comes in bursts as he whimpers and whines.

When he pinches my nose closed, making it so I can’t breathe, I panic and my body tightens as fear rushes through me.

He moans louder and shoves deep. I can feel it as he forcefully drains himself inside me.

Next thing I know, he’s gone. I am left face down on my bed, gasping for air with my gown pulled up and an ass full of a predator’s come.

There is pain from my asshole to my belly, and it’s pulsing to the rhythm of my heart.

As I get up, I see the blood. It’s all over the white sheets and me.

Headmaster is going to be so angry with me…

I have to clean up and get back to bed. I can’t let anyone know.

I peek my head out to make sure the coast is clear before keeping my gown up while I sprint to the bathroom.

I don’t want to get blood on my dress, so I’ll just streak through the halls for now.

When I get into the bathroom, I run to a stall and turn the shower on.

I take the sprayer down so I can spray my ass and legs off.

There is no graceful way to get the blood off me fast, so I use what I can.

Air gets trapped in my throat as pain burns through my asshole. He obviously caused damage, but I don’t know how much.

When I think I am clean enough, I turn the shower off and dry off before letting the gown fall down.

“Why are you in here?” Jax asks when he comes into the bathroom.

“I…” I start to say, but freeze.

“Hurry up and get back to bed. You have an early morning,” he says carelessly.

Doesn’t he know that I was just raped? Doesn’t he care? I’m likely still bleeding, but what good does it do to tell him? Causing more trouble will put me in more pain. I don’t want to fucking be here. So much for the guards not being able to hurt me.

“Fuck you!” I snap at him. Before he can respond, I run out of the bathroom and into the common area.

“Alania, stop it before you wake the others,” Jax scolds.

“Fuck you!” I scream at him, picking up a book from the couch next to me and throwing it at him.

He grunts and smacks it down. When he steps toward me, I panic.

I start grabbing anything I can to throw at him as I back away.

I’m screaming obscenities at him, just wanting to disappear.

Another guard appears, and some of the girls peek their heads out. Jax is gone now, and I’m alone.

“Leave me alone!” I scream. “Don’t fucking touch me. Get the fuck away from me!”

“Alania,” Marty, a guard, says softly. I continue to scream at them, hoping one of them will just kill me.

“Fuck this place! I’m not staying here,” I scream at him.

“Marty, let her go,” a man with a deep rumbly voice says. I make eye contact with him for just long enough to notice that he looks stunningly intimidating. Who is he? If it weren’t for the terror rushing through me, I’d care more.

When Marty steps aside, I sprint out of the room and down the long corridor.

The manor is dimly lit as I sprint toward the main entrance.

My bare feet slap against the polished granite, giving away my location, but I don’t stop.

I don’t look back. I just keep going. Dad will kill me when he finds out.

I just want to be free, not dead. Not in pain. Not bleeding.

When I get to the main door, I fumble with the locks before yanking it open and running outside. I know I can’t get off the property, but I can at least hide for a while before I face my inevitable death. Maybe I can find some sort of solace before I die.

It is a beautiful and warm late spring evening.

The moon is shining brightly, complementing the stars in the sky.

The lightning bugs are starting to come out, and I can hear a toad croaking somewhere off in the distance as I run across the courtyard.

I don’t know where I’m going, but I at least want to get to the wood line that leads into the dense forest.

When I get there, I go in a few feet before finding a cluster of boulders to curl up behind.

I cover my mouth as sobs shake through my body.

I try not to let myself feel the emotions of men taking advantage of me.

I should be used to this, but I’m not used to them intentionally hurting me.

The men who have taken me in the past, at least, don’t do so in a way that damages me.

I never thought I would find a day when my dad’s assault would be preferable to what Philip just did to me.

I will die before I ever let him do it again.

So long as I am here, he will continue to hurt me.

Why would they help me when I am just seen as property? I’m replaceable and I always have been.

I hear footsteps approaching, and I have been reduced to whimpers. I can feel him close behind me, but I’m scared that I will turn around just to see Philip again. I understand that I made him mad, but was it really worth hurting me like that? Did he really have to make me bleed?

“Alania,” he says softly. His voice is calm, but there’s a hint of shock and possibly anger in his tone.

“Please don’t hurt me,” I whimper.

“You’re bleeding,” he says. “Who hurt you?”

“Just go away. Please,” I cry. The man scoops me into his arms, and I squeeze my eyes shut.

“My name is Adrian,” he says as he carries me.

“I don’t care,” I sniffle. His scent is a woodsy citrus, and it’s calming. I involuntarily turn into him to bury my face and inhale his scent. “Fuck, you smell good.”

“I’m glad,” he laughs. “Who hurt you, Little Dove?”

Dove? Did he just call me a bird? “It doesn’t matter,” I say.

“It does to me. You are bleeding,” he says. “Who?”

“Phillip,” I whisper.

“What happened?”

“He pinned me to my bed and… took my ass,” I say bluntly. I don’t know why I was so crude about it, but it’s the first thing I think of.

“I’m sorry he hurt you, Alania,” Adrian says. “Jax is locating him now.”

“Whatever,” I mutter.

“Are you in pain?” he asks.

“Why are you talking to me?”

“Call me a softie, but I’m not a big fan of women being abused,” he says.

“Yet here you are at a school for raping women into submissiveness,” I snap. “Put me down.”

“We are almost there,” he says as he walks into the Manor.

“I don’t need to be carried to my death. I can walk,” I say, trying to wiggle out of his arms. He holds me tighter and continues to walk. I sigh heavily and sulk in silence. Eventually, I am taken back to my room.

“Who are you?” Adrian asks.

“Uhm. Fiona. I cleaned her bed. I thought… I’m sorry. Was I not…” she stammers.

“It’s okay. I was just wondering,” he says. “Raul, lay a towel down.”

“Is she okay?” Fiona asks.

“No. She’s bleeding,” Adrian says, laying me on the mattress. I immediately roll to face away from everyone and curl up to hide the shame stabbing through me. “Bob. Send everyone back to their rooms. She doesn’t need to be a spectacle.”

“Yes, sir,” Bob, the fourth guard, says.

“I’m… going to get Charles,” Raul, another master, I assume.

“Okay. Alania, is it okay if I check you?” Adrian asks.

“Wow. Asking for consent?” I mutter.

“Hey,” Fiona says as she crawls up the bed between me and the wall. She lays down in front of me and cups my cheek. “I’m right here. I’ll help hold him down so you can kick his ass if he hurts you. Okay?”

“Okay,” I whisper.

“Do you want to stay on your side, or roll to your back?” Adrian asks me.

“Whatever is faster…”

“Your back,” he says simply. I sigh and move to my back, but Fiona turns my face so I am looking at her. When I tear up, she pulls my blanket over our heads to hide my face.

“You’ve got this,” Fiona says sweetly.

“He’s going to hurt me again,” I whisper.

“No, he will be punished for touching a submissive in training without authorization,” Adrian says.

“He knew the consequences for touching you. The fact that he injured you means he dies… I do have training to check for these injuries. I might not be medically trained with a degree, but I do know what I’m doing. Okay?”

“Okay,” I sniff.

“I’ll position your legs first, and then you will feel my hands.

If you need a moment, let me know,” he says.

When I don’t say anything, he moves my legs so my feet are flat on the bed, but my knees are apart, so I am spread wide open.

I am shaking, and I flinch when he gently touches my thigh, warning me before he starts.

Adrian is gentle as he checks me for injuries. I hear someone else come in, and he cleans me with a warm towel. It doesn’t take him long before he pulls away and takes the blanket off me. I see Charles is here, and he is standing at the end of the bed with Raul.

“So?” Charles asks. “Is she safe to continue?”

“She has minor tearing, and she was most definitely raped. I’d suggest moving all anal training out at least a few weeks to give her time to heal.

She is smart enough to know how to keep herself clean, but ointment and stool softeners would help keep her more comfortable and less likely to add further damage,” Adrian says.

“The bleeding has stopped, and I don’t think she has any internal damage, but her discomfort should be monitored. ”

“He wasn’t big enough to do too much damage,” I mutter, and Raul cackles.

“Anything other than the obvious hurt?” Adrian asks me.

“My belly was aching, but it’s gotten better,” I say.

“Alright,” Charles sighs. “I’ll have to call your father and inform him that you were injured but able to continue. I’ll exclude the tantrum you threw, but don’t let it happen again. Understood?”

“Yes, sir, I’ll try not to get myself raped too hard again,” I say with venom in my tone.

“Understand if you cannot learn obedience, things will not go the way you think, Ms. Remington,” he snaps.

“Noted,” I deadpan.

“Jax, handle Phillip. Keep it clean,” Charles says. “Fiona, go back to your room.”

“Yes, sir,” she sighs.

Charles looks at Adrian but walks away when Adrian glares at him.

I take this opportunity to look him over, and he is very handsome.

He is easily six feet three inches with broad shoulders and thick muscles that make his white shirt strain to contain his body.

His dark brown hair is short on the side and longer on the top, but perfectly styled.

His full, dark brown beard is trimmed short and looks divine.

I have never been so jealous of facial hair, but I would give anything to be the one on his face.

His skin is a deep bronze, as if he has been carved by the gods and kissed by the sun.

He is devastatingly handsome, and he stands tall with confidence.

“What are you thinking, Little Dove?” he asks. I shake myself out of my daze and realize he is watching me.

“You are pretty—for a predator,” I say. He smirks and leans down to place his hands on either side of me.

“I hope you are prepared to be hunted by me, Little Dove,” he says warmly, brushing his lips across mine. “I will own every inch of your soul, and you’ll bend for me.”

“Good fucking luck,” I say with a deceivingly sweet voice before biting down on his bottom lip. He groans and kisses me hard. The metallic taste of his blood dances in my mouth as he pulls away.

“Get some sleep. Tomorrow is a new day,” he whispers in my ear. “My dreams will be filled with fantasies of your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock.”

“Fuck you,” I seethe. He chuckles and kisses my forehead before standing up straight and walking out. A few minutes later, all the lights shut off

I won’t let him break me. I bend for no one, not even this sexy, god-like man who smells like my own personal heaven.