Page 44 of A Dove To Break (The Dove Institute Collection #1)

Alania

Someone tried to kill me. That has to be it, right?

I don’t remember seeing any cars. What if they were waiting?

Who though? Edward? Someone was shot. Cian’s service was so shit, so I don’t know who.

Someone died. I almost died. What if Edward knew they were coming?

Maybe it’s over now. Maybe Edward died. But that means someone died. He sounded upset. The screaming.

“Ma’am,” a small voice says from the door.

“Go away!” I scream at her, shoving the table so hard it clatters to the ground.

“Little Dove,” a firm voice says.

“Adrian?!” I whimper, suddenly overtaken by tears when I see my husband.

“Oh, Alania,” he says as he rushes to scoop me into his arms. A sob racks from my chest, and I’m not ready to find out who died. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

“Who died? I couldn’t hear Cian. The screaming…”

“It was Mom,” Brent says. I sit up and turn to face him, and his eyes are red and puffy.

He has blood all over his face, hair, chest, and arms. “She killed Edward… She screamed at him… and then shot him. We tried to get to her. My hands were on the gun… but she… she’s dead.

She left a note saying she couldn’t live without him, but you could.

Said he couldn’t hurt us now, and she loved us. ”

“Fuck,” I sigh and lie back on his chest. “Now I feel like more of a bitch.”

“What is it, Nia?” Adrian asks.

“I’m relieved,” I say. “I’m glad it was her. Not because I wanted her to die, but it wasn’t one of you. She is at peace.”

Brent moves me to the bed when the doctor comes in. He is cautious but seems to relax when he sees the guys. “Alania,” he says. “I am Dr. Torres.”

“You’re a psych doctor, aren’t you?” I deadpan.

“I am,” he says with a smile. “I’m also a member of The Society and part of the marriage program.”

“The what?” I ask, looking at Adrian.

“It’s an anonymous marriage program. Dominants and submissives take a compatibility test, and they are then matched.

They meet, fuck, and then they’re married,” Adrian explains.

“The program restarted this year after being canceled for about a decade. I signed off on its return when classes started, since not all submissives are married off during classes, and there are more to enter the program. It’s a very strict program. ”

“Ah. Well… Mkay,” I say. “What do you want?”

“Tell me what happened tonight. The real story,” he says.

“Well… I’ll call them my parents, but really, they aren’t.

They’re just who raised me. Mom killed Dad because Dad raped me my whole life.

She can’t cope without him, so she killed herself.

When Cian, who is my biological uncle, called, I didn’t hear who he said died.

I panicked, thinking it was one of them. I was on my way when I wrecked.”

“When you got here, you were screaming about someone shooting at you. Explain that,” he says.

“I’m not crazy,” I say with a frown.

“I never said you were, Alania,” he tells me.

“It sounded like a gunshot, and the truck went off the road so fast… I tried to pull it back, but then we flipped,” I say. “It sounded real, but there was no one around me.”

“The tire blew out,” Adrian says.

“Definitely sounds like a gunshot, especially in that big truck,” Raul says.

“I’m sorry I wrecked it.”

“It’s just a vehicle, baby,” Adrian says. “I can replace a vehicle, but I can’t replace you.”

“So, I observed everything while you were here,” Dr. Torres says. “I’ve talked to your partners…”

“Get to the fucking point,” I snap.

“You have complex post-traumatic stress disorder,” he says.

“Observing you, I do think that you also have ADHD. Around seventy percent of women who have ADHD also have Autism. I’d like to do some more in-depth tests so I can give you definitive answers.

Because of the trauma you’ve experienced, I’d like to talk to you regularly. ”

“And if I say no?” I ask.

“Then I will sign involuntary commitment papers,” he says simply. “Alania, they had to pry a razor from your hands.”

“Fiona died!” I yell at him. “Her brains were in my hair! Half of her fucking face was missing. I get to grieve.”

“You can yell, scream, rage, or cry. That’s fine. What you aren’t going to do is kill yourself,” Adrian says.

“You did this,” I seethe. “It would be way fucking easier if you just called me crazy.”

“You aren’t crazy, Alania,” Adrian says softly.

“Fuck you!” I yell as I get up from the bed to back away from everyone. “Get out.”

“No,” Adrian says as he walks closer to me.

“Don’t fucking touch me. Get the fuck away,” I say with rage in my voice.

“Alania,” Adrian says.

“I don’t want to be with you. Leave me alone. Everyone just fucking leave me alone,” I say, but gasp when he grabs me by the throat and slams me back against the wall.

“That’s too fucking bad, Little Dove, because I want you.

I want you alive. I want you to be safe.

I’ll be your worst fucking enemy, baby, but I will not walk away.

I will not stop fighting for you,” Adrian says with a grave tone.

“Going forward, you will do as I say. We will go back to total power exchange because you thrive on your knees for me. You can spread your wings, but you’ll do it by my side. Do you understand me?”

“Fuck you,” I growl.

Adrian looks over at Dr. Torres, and he smirks. “Nothing too intense for a few days. A spanking would do her some good.”

“Don’t fucking touch me,” I yell as I try to shove him away. Adrian promptly grabs my wrist, twists, and pushes me over the edge of the bed. My scream is muffled by the bed when he starts smacking my ass hard enough to send fire blazing through my skin.

“I hate you!” I scream. Adrian yanks my hospital gown open and shoves my legs apart. I moan loudly when he shoves his fingers into my pussy. I am so goddamn wet, I should be ashamed.

“Hate me all you want, Little Dove. This sweet little cunt loves me,” Adrian growls as he roughly fucks me with his hand. “Are you going to be a good girl?”

“Fuck you!” I moan. “Oh my God!”

I am moaning and rocking my hips. My belly is full of pressure, but right as it’s going to break, he stops.

“Noooo,” I groan.

“Say it, Alania. Say you’ll be my good girl,” Adrian says softly. “I know you’re scared, baby. Let us help.”

“I can’t get hurt anymore,” I cry. “I can’t.”

“We’ve got you, baby. I swear on everything, we will be right by your side,” Adrian says, gently rubbing my clit. “Say it.”

“I’ll be your good girl,” I whimper. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I don’t hate you. I don’t know why…”

“Shhh, Little Dove,” Adrian says, pushing back into me. “Relax, my love. I know you love me.”

“Fuck,” I groan. “We are in a hospital.”

“Mmmm. We are in a hospital. That means I can fuck you any way I want and they can fix you when I’m done,” Adrian muses.

I bury my face in the blanket and moan as he works my pussy with three of his large fingers stuffed in me.

My skin is still on fire, but pleasure is rippling through me.

When the pressure breaks, my body tightens, and I groan as I come.

He continues to work my body until I am relaxed.

He pulls me up to stand, and I am dazed as he grabs my chin and forces me to look up at him.

“You are not your mother, Alania. You will rise above this and survive what he did to you,” Adrian says softly. “Tomorrow is a new day, and we can leave today behind us.”

“Yes, sir,” I say softly. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Alania,” Adrian says with a smile.

“Can I apologize?” I ask, glancing down to hint that I am suggesting.

“You will never apologize on your knees, Little Dove. You are not my slave, you are my wife. Do it because you desire it, not because you feel like you have to.”

“I’ve been so mean… I want to apologize,” I sniff. “I deserve…”

“You deserve what, baby?” he asks.

“I deserve to be punished,” I admit. “I didn’t communicate, and I was mean. To all of you.”

“We will think of an appropriate punishment for you then,” Adrian says. “But first… You need to make a decision. Will you agree to talk to him once a week?”

“Yes, sir,” I sigh. “Just talking!”

“Yes, baby. He will not touch you,” Adrian confirms. “He will advise me on what will work best with you, but he will not put his hands on you.”

“Thank you, sir,” I whisper. I look at Dr. Torres, and he smiles.

“I find it refreshing just how receptive you are to their dominance,” he says. “Once a week, we will talk in person for two hours. I will discuss anything relevant with your partners. I will never put my hands on you.”

“Because you don’t want to?” I ask.

“Because I don’t have permission, Alania. “Your partners are far softer than I would have been.”

“What would you do then?” I ask. “How would you punish me?”

“I’d tie you to a bed and fill your holes with a fuck machine,” he says coolly. “I’d turn it on high and whip you like Edward did. After that, I’d fuck your throat. You’d stay on that machine. I’d give you a reason to hate me.”

“You are a sadist,” I say with a frown.

“Interesting, but we all know the thought of someone you trust brutalizing you makes your cunt weep,” Dr. Torres says. “All of my suggestions will go to your partners. If you need correction, I will tell them, and you will be punished right there in my office.”

“Can I go home?” I ask.

“You can. You have a mild concussion, so make sure you are taking it easy. If symptoms persist or worsen, have one of them call me.”

“You’re a psychiatrist,” I say.

“I also went to medical school, Alania. Before this, I had intended to be a surgeon,” he says.

“Did you fail?” I ask.

“No,” he laughs. “My fiancée killed herself after I left her when she got pregnant by her ex. I wanted to help people, so I went in a different direction.”

“Oh…”

“What day?” he asks me.

“Uh…” I say.

“Friday is fine. One?” Brent asks. “One or all of us will take her.”

“One works great,” he says. “See you then, Alania.”

“Mhmm,” I sigh.