Page 49 of A Dove To Break (The Dove Institute Collection #1)

Alania

Pain burns in my side as I slowly pull myself into consciousness. Someone is on top of me. No. Inside of me.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

“Oh, fuck yeah. Even limp, she’s tight,” an unfamiliar voice says.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

“Take her mouth,” another grunts.

My mouth is open, but I am too weak to even open my eyes. A dick is pushed to the back of my throat, and he starts humping my face.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

“Fuck yeah. This tight fucking pussy. Pull her legs up. I want her ass,” the man grunts.

Hands pull my legs up, and I hear a bottle open before the man pulls out of my vagina to push into my ass.

I groan in protest, but the dick in my mouth pushes deeper.

“Fuck she’s waking up. Boss will want her now,” another man says.

The men in my ass and throat are going harder and harder until they pull out at the last second to come.

None of it lands on or in me. That’s surprising. Maybe they were told they couldn’t.

“Alright. Everyone out,” a man says. I know this man. Is that… Well, that’s not good.

“Get her some water,” Vlad says to someone.

“Yes, sir,” a man replies.

I force my eyes open and blink away the blur. “He’s going to kill you,” I whisper.

“He can try,” Vlad says as he moves between my thighs. “But he won’t find you.”

“Yes, he…” I am cut off by my scream when Vlad slams his dick into me.

He leans down to place his hands on either side of my body.

When I try squirming under him, he hooks my legs over his arms and pounds into me.

Pain is stabbing through my belly, and it hurts.

It’s not even the rape that hurts; it’s the gunshot wound.

“I fucking own you. Mine. You’re mine. This is my tight fucking cunt,” Vlad growls as he stabs into me over and over again.

I can tell a lot of lube has been used on me because there is no friction.

This means he is moving in and out of me without resistance.

At this angle, he is slamming against my G-spot, making my body tighten involuntarily.

His body is rubbing against my clit, and a sickening feeling is building in my belly.

“You dirty fucking slut. Are you going to come for me? Do it, fat ass. Come on my cock like a good little skank… Fuck yeah… Come for Daddy. That’s it… You love the way Daddy fucks you. Say it. Tell me.”

I am sobbing as he rapes me, and I can’t stop my body from reacting. I hate this so goddamn much. “Now, whore. Tell me. Beg Daddy to come!” he yells as he rams into me harder and harder when he presses a knife to my throat, I yell it out. “Please, Daddy,” I cry.

“That’s it, whore. More. Tell me more,” Vlad moans with the knife still pressed to my neck. “Tell me you want to come for Daddy. Beg me to come in you. Do it. Now, whore.”

“Please, Daddy. Come in me. Please,” I cry. He keeps yelling at me to continue, but it starts coming out as tearful moans, and I get stuck in a loop of screaming what he wants to hear so he will leave me alone. “Please, Daddy. Please. Come in me. Fuck me, Daddy. Please. Please, come.”

“That’s it, scream for Daddy. Come on my fat cock, slut,” he growls as he leans back a lot to start rubbing my clit as he continues to fuck me as hard as he can.

The orgasm that comes out of me is all pain, and I scream as it rips through me, but he finally pulls out and jerks himself off to come on my bare belly.

I am a sobbing mess with pain stabbing through my side by the time he gets off the bed. He takes his time cleaning us both before gently pulling back the bandage to look at what I assume are my stitches.”

“Didn’t even bleed. Good girl,” he praises. “My son will be here shortly. Serve your husband well, hmm? We will be flying out in an hour.”

When he leaves, I slowly pull myself up from the bed to stand.

I’m still in a hospital gown. How did I get here?

We aren’t in a hospital. It looks like a cabin, maybe.

A big one. I look around and spot a closet.

Right as I get to it, the door opens and a man walks in.

He takes one look at me as I stand panicked in a corner and just sighs as he shakes his head.

“Are you looking for clothes?” he asks. I say nothing, and he steps a little closer. I flinch, and he stops. “I’m not going to hurt you. Okay? I want to help.”

“You’re his son,” I snap.

“I am, but I am not my father,” he says softly. “Alania, right?”

“Please don’t touch me,” I say tearfully when he stops in front of me. He is careful not to touch me as he reaches behind me and grabs clothing off the shelf I am leaning against.

“Can I help you get dressed?” he asks.

“Why? You’re just going to…”

“Is Brently like Edward?” he asks. “Hmm?”

“No,” I admit.

“Sometimes the apple falls really far from the tree. Sometimes, it rolls away and wants nothing to do with the violence,” he says.

“I swear to you, I will take you back to your husband. I have kept tabs on you for nearly a decade because I always knew what Dad would do. I knew I couldn’t prevent it, but I could help once we got here. ”

“How?” I ask, looking down. Derek grabs my chin and brings my face up.

“Do not do that. You are not my submissive. Okay?” he says firmly. “I am going to get you out of here first, and then I will help Adrian plan. You need to rest somewhere no one is going to rape you again. So, when we walk out of this room, you need to keep your head down and say nothing.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

Derek helps me out of my hospital gown before dressing me.

He is careful about where his hands go, and he doesn’t linger.

Once I am dressed, he lays me on the bed.

My anxiety spikes when he pulls my shirt up, but I relax when he starts changing my bandage.

When he is done, he gently rolls me to my side to do the same to the one on my back.

“Okay,” he says once he has me standing. “Follow my lead.”

I nod, and he possessively grabs my wrist before leading me out of the room. “What are you doing?” Vlad asks coolly.

“Taking my wife,” Derek says. “Stop letting random men fuck what’s mine."

“I own her,” Vlad says.

“No, you took her. I own her,” Derek says. “You’ll still have access. Chill out. Call me if anything comes up with Adrian. I can move her to the private island if I need to.”

“Probably plan to soon. He’s on a warpath,” Vlad laughs. “Why don’t you let your bride come suck me off before she leaves?”

“She literally just had surgery,” Derek laughs. “She’s no use this woozy. I’ll bring her to the office when the anesthesia is out of her system tomorrow.”

“Alright. Be careful,” Vlad says, turning back to the television.

Is that it? Is this a trap?

Derek takes me outside and puts me in the front seat of a car before casually walking around and getting into the driver’s seat. I put my head down and say nothing for a while. After a second, Derek taps around on his phone before ringing comes through the speakers.

“Hello?” Adrian barks. I tear up and cover my mouth when I hear his voice.

“Hello, Adrian,” Derek says. “I believe I have something that belongs to you.”

“You have her? I will fucking kill you if you…”

“She’s okay, Adrian,” Derek reassures gently. “She’s a little out of it. I’m positive she is in pain, considering my piece of shit father let his men rape her. I don’t know how much of it she was awake for, though.”

“Fuck. Okay. Meet me at the house. We will go that way,” Adrian says. “Can she hear me?”

“Yeah,” I say quietly.

“I love you so much, baby. I’m so sorry,” Adrian says through tears.

“It’s not your fault,” I sigh. “The freak made me call him Daddy.”

“That’s unfortunate,” Adrian starts to say.

“Daddy has a small dick, so it’s not as bad as it could be,” I say, and Derek laughs. “I’m just tired, my side hurts, I’m angry, and creeped out.”

“I know, Little Dove. We just got to the house. You can trust Derek. Okay?”

“Okay,” I sigh.

“Take care of my girl, Derek. I’m trusting you,” Adrian says with a warning in his tone.

“I will,” he replies. “We will be there soon.”

By the time they get off their call, I am mostly asleep. I gasp and jolt awake when I feel hands on my face, but I relax when I see Brent standing at my door. I tear up, and he takes my seat belt off before carefully scooping me into his arms to carry me.

“You’re safe,” he says softly. “Marisol cleaned the room, so I’ll take you up there.”

“Derek is nice,” I mutter.

“He’s actually a dickhead,” Raul says humorously.

“Rude,” Derek laughs.

When we get up to the bedroom, Brent lays me down.

Adrian sits beside me before leaning down to hug me.

I wrap my arms around him and hold him as silent tears shake through him.

No one says a word, even when he pulls back and wipes his face.

Raul sits with me and does the same thing, but leans back and smiles at me.

“I’m glad you’re okay, Alania,” he says sweetly. “We are going to fucking kill him for this.”

“That sounded so sweet, but so violent,” I murmur.

“Sleep, Little Dove,” Adrian says as he leans down and kisses my forehead. I grunt when I feel something stab into my arm.

“You stabbed me,” I frown and blink at whoever is holding my arm. “Where did you come from?”

“She’s been in and out of it since she woke up,” Derek says.

“Was she given anything?” the man asks.

“Am I speaking English?” I ask quietly.

“It’s an IV, baby. That is Dr. Hammel. He was your surgeon. You’re dehydrated, but he’s worried about internal bleeding.”

“Alania,” Dr. Hammel says. “I’m going to sedate you. Your partners will stay right here with you. I need to do a portable belly scan to check for bleeding, but it’s going to hurt, so having you asleep will be easier on you. Okay?”

“Mkay,” I say quietly as my eyes close. “Don’t fuck me.”

“No one is going to hurt you ever again, Little Dove,” Adrian says. I feel his hand on my cheek, his scent is surrounding me, and I feel safe. I sense Brent and Raul, too. They all have their hand on me, gently soothing me back into a drug-induced sleep.