Page 46 of A Dove To Break (The Dove Institute Collection #1)

“Alania is something often referred to as an alpha brat. She does submit and does enjoy submitting, but she will only submit to those who earn her trust. Her trauma is so significant, and when she is given a chance to exercise her right to autonomy over her body, she chooses comfort. If I told her to get on her knees, she would. If Brent or Raul did, she would. She is only subservient to the three of us, and she will never be required to submit to anyone else.”

“Prove it,” Caleb says with a smirk.

“Oh boy,” Cian laughs. “Can I run away?”

“If we have to stay, so do you,” Paulo, Adrian’s father, laughs.

“Stand with me, Little Dove,” Adrian says, offering me his hand. I do, even though I am wildly uncomfortable. I don’t like being the center of attention like this.

Adrian moves us away from the table, and everyone is watching us. More specifically, me. They want to see if I will submit without hesitation. Anything less than complete and total submission could very well give others an opening to try and have Adrian removed as the leader.

“On your knees, Little Dove,” Adrian rumbles.

“Yes, sir,” I say sweetly as I sink to my knees in front of him. I sit back on my heels with my back straight and rest my hands on my thighs.

“Let’s show them what a good girl you are, hmm?” Adrian says with a smirk.

“Whatever pleases you, sir,” I say softly.

Adrian grunts and unbuckles his belt. He has his back to Cian, ensuring he is completely blocking his view of me, which I appreciate.

The table full of eager eyes is to my left, which means everyone but the corner of the table where Cian is sitting will get a full view of the brutal throat-fucking I am about to receive.

Adrian pulls his cock free, and I can’t help but smile. He looks down at me with such admiration in his eyes as he strokes himself. “Hands clasped behind your back,” he tells me. “Keep your eyes on me, and do not move. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” I say softly. I grab hold of my wrists to keep them locked behind my back.

Adrian tips my chin up, and I automatically open my mouth and extend my tongue slightly.

I know I need to be sure to keep my tongue out at least a bit because if he is going to violently fuck my mouth, it will protect him from his piercings catching on my teeth.

I lock eyes with Adrian, and the world easily drifts away.

No one else is here, and we are alone. He slowly pushes to the back of my throat until I gag softly.

He keeps his strokes slow, but pushes deeper each time.

When I am adjusted to his length, he starts to quicken his pace.

Soon, he is more than just violently fucking my throat; he is obliterating any doubt that I am anything but submissive to my men.

Most would reject this level of force because he is forcing me to gag and pushing me nearly to the point of vomiting, but pulls back before I do.

I still have my hands behind my back, and I am looking up at him.

My eyes are blurry as tears are rolling down my cheeks from the force of his thrusts, but his eyes are nearly rolled back in his head.

He grabs a tight hold of my head and fucks my mouth harder, but this time I fuck up.

Right as I pull back, Raul is right beside me with a trash can.

I suddenly vomit, but no one is surprised.

He has to push me to a breaking point to prove that I will continue to submit, even through discomfort.

What I don’t expect is to be pulled up from the floor and pushed over the table where everyone is seated.

I rest on my forearms with my head in my hands as Adrian pushes my dress up to my waist. With one brutal thrust, Adrian slams into my pussy and immediately starts fucking me hard, deep, and fast. His fingers are digging into my hips as he pounds into me.

It feels so goddamn good, but outwardly, I am whimpering and nearly screaming as he rams into my cervix over and over again.

I manage to slowly work my way back so I can grip onto the edge of the table.

This allows him to pull my body back with one hand to meet his force and grab me by the hair with the other.

He forces me to look up at everyone as he rams me into the conference room table, and I am fucking sobbing.

Everyone has a mix of emotions on their faces.

Adrian’s parents are simply not looking up at us, but the others are both worried and turned on.

Caleb isn’t even trying to hide his arousal like the others.

He has his cock in his hand, stroking himself while staring at me.

Now it makes sense. This isn’t about me submitting, it’s about them showing respect. You simply do not jerk off when the leader is doing anything, let alone doing a scene with his submissive. By jerking off, he is blatantly saying he doesn’t care about respecting me or Adrian.

Without finishing, Adrian lets my orgasm break before stopping and putting his dick away. I am panting and trying to catch my breath as he pulls me up and turns me to face him. “Good girl, Alania. You did so well,” Adrian says as he cups my face.

“I pulled away,” I sniffle. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, my love. We can’t stop some instincts,” he says. “What is your takeaway from this?”

“That some people do not have respect for their leaders,” I say with bitterness.

“Precisely,” he says with a tight smile before kissing me. “Do you need a moment?”

“No, sir. I’m okay,” I say sweetly.

“Anyone else have any other grievances to air?” Adrian asks as he turns to the others but stares down at Caleb, daring him to open his mouth.

“Just because the bitch likes to get fucked doesn’t mean she can take orders,” Caleb says.

Brent jumps out of his chair, dragging me with him as Adrian charges at Caleb.

He doesn’t get a chance to stand before Adrian grabs him by the back of the head and slams his face into the polished oak surface.

A sickening crack tells us all that his nose is broken, as if the blood didn’t let us know.

Raul doesn’t skip a beat. He grabs Caleb’s wrist to pull his arm across the table as Adrian takes out his pocket knife to flip it open.

“Wait!” Caleb says, but no one waits. No one even blinks when Adrian stabs the knife through Caleb’s hand and into the wood. His ear-piercing, shrill scream bounces around the room but is reduced to strangled whimpers when Adrian pulls his head up to make him look at me.

“Apologize to your master,” Adrian demands with a growl.

“I’m sorry,” Caleb says with a whimper.

“Say it!” Adrian screams, smashing his face into the table once more.

“I’m sorry, Master. I’m sorry,” Caleb cries out. Adrian takes the knife out of his hand and pulls him up to slam him back against the wall. Caleb cowers, but Adrian grabs his face and pins his head back to go nose to nose with him.

“If you ever disrespect my wife again, I will fucking kill you,” Adrian threatens with a grave tone.

After a beat, he shoves him back to his chair and turns to everyone else.

“Let it be known right fucking now that Alania Santos is your goddamn queen, and everyone will start respecting her as such. Question me all you want, but I will burn this entire fucking society to the ground for that woman, and I won’t lose a second of sleep over it. ”

I keep thinking that I couldn't possibly love this man anymore than I do right now, but he continues to surprise me. I have never had someone defend me before, let alone go to the length he has.

“We will have another meeting next week to take a deeper dive into some of the new programs,” Brent says when Adrian comes over and pulls me out of my chair to wrap me in a tight hug.

“I love you, Alania,” Adrian whispers to me.

“I love you, too, Adrian. Forever.”