Page 52 of A Dove To Break (The Dove Institute Collection #1)

Alania

I am sitting on the couch in the jet, just waiting.

Everyone is hiding, but I am next to Derek.

He seems nervous, and I’m high as hell on pain medication right now.

I didn’t want to take anything strong, but I was in so much pain when we left to come here that the only choice I had was to take it or stay home and make a new plan.

“Hey, Derek?” I say.

“Yes?” When he looks over at me, I stick my tongue out. He immediately grins, and I giggle. “You feeling better, I assume?”

“Oh yeah,” I say happily. “When is Daddy Dipshit going to be here?”

“Wait. What did you call him?” Derek asks with a laugh. “Daddy Dipshit?”

“Yeah. He’s a Dipshit, and he made me call him Daddy. Well, he is your Daddy. Big not like Daddy kinda Daddy, just… Daddy. Dad. Dada. Father. Ya know?”

“Girl, you need a nap,” he chuckles. “Any minute now. I told him we were taking off at ten. We will start the engines and go through everything. Worst case, we fly.”

“Just do a little loop in the sky and land again,” I shrug.

“Because that would not be suspicious.”

“Ah. You're right. The Caribbean it is,” I laugh.

“You are silly. Go back to the bedroom and lie down. Brent and Adrian are there. I don’t know where Raul went,” he says. “Remember, head down and keep your silly little mouth shut. Okay? I didn’t expect you to be so giggly on pain medication.”

“Aye aye, captain,” I say. Derek helps me stand so I can go to the back. When I get to the bed, I ease myself to lay down, but then quickly realize that I’m so fucking tired. “Oh no…”

“What is it, Little Dove?” Adrian asks from somewhere in the room.

“I’m gonna miss the fun,” I sigh. “I’m so tired.”

“Just rest, baby,” he says as he gently kisses my forehead. “I love you more than the air I breathe, Little Dove. Always remember that.”

“Love you too,” I say sleepily.

I doze in and out of sleep for a while, but it’s Brent’s hushed voice that cuts through the fog and has my eyes snapping open.

“He’s here,” Brent says.

“Yeah, she was bitching and complaining about pain, so I gave her some pain pills to shut her up,” Derek says from outside the door.

“Eh, if they aren’t complaining, you aren’t fucking them hard enough,” Vlad laughs as their footsteps get closer.

The door opens, and I squeeze my eyes shut.

Vlad yanks the blanket off my body, and my stomach drops when no one saves me.

I slowly open my eyes and freeze when I see the barrel of a gun in my face.

“Dad…” Derek says slowly.

“Where are her men?” Vlad asks coolly. “I know they are on this jet. Where are they?”

“Dad, just stop…” Derek says.

“Stupid, stupid boy,” Vlad chuckles. “You didn’t think I’d put a tracker in her?” You took her right to her men. Didn’t you?”

“Yes, Dad. She’s not mine to take, and that society is not an enemy I want to be in the war path of,” Derek says.

“You know… Let’s change things up a bit, son. Just this once,” Vlad says. He turns his body so he is facing the room, but presses the gun to my head. “Fuck her. Now.”

“Dad, no. I’m not…”

“Or she dies!” Vlad screams at his son. “Fuck her—and she better come—or she dies. Her men can come out of hiding and watch or stay in the shadows like the cowards they are.”

“Dad… Please don’t…”

“Now!” he screams again, pulling the hammer of the gun back.

“Okay! Stop. Okay. Please don’t shoot her,” Derek says with emotion in his voice.

“Good boy. Now… Eat her pussy so she’s ready. Us Popov men really fill a woman out. I don’t want you tearing her up before I get a go at her,” Vlad says simply.

We can all hear the engines of the plane. When my eyes meet Derek’s, he has tears rolling down his face. Fuck, I am too high for him to look that sad. “It’s okay,” I say quietly.

“See? Consent. Get to it,” Vlad laughs.

I look past Derek and see both Adrian and Brent standing in the corner of the room. Adrian nods at me, and I focus on Derek as he moves to the end of the bed. He just looks at me for a second, trying to make himself start.

“I swear to God, Son. I will make you fuck her dead body,” Vlad growls.

Derek doesn’t look up at his father to acknowledge him, but he does move closer to gently pull my leggings off.

The jet is moving down the runway to turn around for takeoff, and my heart is beating a million miles an hour.

Derek finally moves onto the bed between my legs, and I am shaking.

When he gently touches my thighs, it reminds me to take a deep breath to calm down.

“I’m so sorry, Alania,” Derek says quietly. I nod rapidly as he leans down. I should shut my fucking eyes, but I might actually get shot in the head if my high ass moans the wrong name.

He is gentle at first, slowly licking across my clit. I am realizing now that I am so fucking turned on, and when he realizes, the man seizes the chance and pushes his tongue into my cunt to get a better taste of me.

“That’s my boy,” Vlad laughs when I groan and arch off the bed slightly. I press my hand on top of the stitches when a twinge of pain ripples through me.

I watch as Derek eats my pussy, and damn if he isn’t doing a fantastic job.

I think Vlad is saying something, but it doesn’t register in my brain.

As the jet starts to lift up, I am on the verge of coming.

My moans fill the room, and it’s taking everything in me to not rock my hips.

When he starts sucking, it breaks. The orgasm that comes out of me is blinding and temporarily allows me to forget that we are hostages on this plane.

“That’s how you get a bitch ready,” Vlad laughs. “Now fuck her.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Derek says to me.

I am out of breath, so I just pat his hand that is resting on my thighs.

He leans in slightly, and it lets me grab his wrist and tug him until he breaks and pulls his cock free.

I try not to react to the fact that he’s been hiding a fucking monster cock in his pants, but I can’t help it.

I stare at his dick with wide eyes and only break away when he kneels between my legs and hovers over me with his hands to either side of my head.

“I’m sorry,” he says softly.

“Now, Derek. Don’t make me say it again,” Vlad barks.

“It’s okay,” I say. Derek sighs and reaches between us to guide the head of his cock to my pussy.

When he pushes just the tip of his cock into me, I gasp and grip his arms. He stretches me so wide that I groan as he fills me.

He makes slow strokes until he is as deep as he can get before quickening the speed of his movements.

“Keep your head down,” Derek whispers in my ear as he continues to fuck me hard and deep.

He grips onto the headboard seconds before the entire plane jolts, causing Vlad to lose his balance.

Derek’s soft moans in my ear are so damn distracting that I hardly hear the gun go off.

The chaos in the room settles, and Derek slows to a stop.

“Well, at least finish first,” Brent says.

“Ah, damn,” I sigh.

“What? Are you okay? Did I…” Derek asks as he starts to move off me.

“I’m still a brother fucker,” I say, pulling him back down. His panic melts away, and he smiles. “Give me all your anger, Derek. Please.”

“Alania…”

“Your monstrous cock is buried inside of me, and I can feel how much you want to move,” I say before tightening my pussy around him, pulling a beautiful moan from his lips. “Just fuck me.”

“If you don’t want to, I sure as fuck will,” Adrian says matter-of-factly.

Derek grunts and draws out. I think for a second he really is done, but then he slams into me so hard that I arch off the bed and scream.

“That’s how you fucking do it, son. Hell yeah,” Raul practically cheers. I wrap my legs around the back of his thighs as he buries his face and aggressively pounds me into the bed. It’s like someone finally unlocked his cage, and his obsession for me can finally be free.

Adrian, Brent, and Raul told me this morning that they thought he was full of shit about the whole “she’s like a sister” act.

He kept making a point to say that, like it would be horrible if he simply fell in love with me from a distance.

He is desperate to avoid being anything like his dad, so he was completely willing to forgo his own happiness to make sure I was taken care of.

I don’t know what to do with four partners, but it’s looking like a whole lot of this right here.

Getting fucked to oblivion by the nicest, sexiest, and most thoughtful men I have ever met.

“Fuck fuck fuck. Oh my God,” I moan. Derek covers my mouth with his and kisses me hard as my orgasm breaks. It feels so damn good, I could cry.

“Fuck,” Derek growls.

“Come for me,” I whisper in his ear. “Please. Come on me. I want it. I want you.”

“God, you’re so damn perfect,” he moans, stabbing deeper.

“That!” I gasp. “Oh fuck, that. Please, God, fuck me harder.”

“Dude, fuck her like you are trying to break her little ass in half,” Raul laughs.

“Fuck this. Roll her on top of you,” Adrian grunts. Derek immediately flips us, and Adrian slams into my ass with no warning, making me moan, and I nearly start crying from the surge of pain.

“Open up, my sweet little sister,” Brent says, holding my face up. I open my mouth and he instantly matches their intensity, throat-fucking like our lives depend on it.

“Oh, dear God,” Adrian groans when Raul shoves into his ass.

He starts ramming into him, making Adrian fuck me even harder.

Derek is pushing so deep with so much force that all I can do is scream around Brent's cock as he uses my mouth. They are all so brutal, but careful at the same time. My side aches, but it’s not nearly as bad as it could be.

We are all just a beautiful symphony of fucking chaos.

I am nearly unconscious by the time everyone comes. They take their time cleaning and redressing me. I fall asleep surrounded by comfort, hopeful for the future for the first time in my entire life.