False Regret: Pikorua - Book 1 by Angela Reid Read Free Book Online

stereo-typing. The latter proved
true.
     Mrs.
Munson sat him kitty corner to my desk and told the students to welcome Cade
Cantrell.  The whole scene was reminiscent of a cheesy teen flick. I watched
the interaction between the new boy and the teacher, expecting him to be rude
or a smart-ass. He fit the profile of a thug, but he was polite to Mrs. Munson and
seemed almost shy when she spoke to him. His words, looks, and actions
conflicted. The strange new guy fascinated me.  Shyness was something I related
to when I was young. I had two good friends, and even a boyfriend, but they
were my entire social circle.
     Distracted
by studying the new boy, I jumped when the bell rang. My book fell to the floor,
and in a total cliché act, Cade Cantrell stopped to pick it up for me. When he
smiled at me, my heart skipped twenty beats, and I knew we were destined for
something. I never imagined it would be something so tragic.
    “Sit
on the couch,” instructed Gordon, bringing me back to the present. “I will let
you stay inside as long as you cooperate with me.” He gave me a crooked grin,
and I was afraid again. Cade turned around and looked at me, our eyes touching
briefly before I looked away. I’d told him I would play along, but now I wasn’t
sure I could do it. Conflicted emotions ran through my heart like children
playing tag.
    Gordon
sat down beside me and put his hand on my thigh. Disgusted by the grime under
his fingernails, I cringed, as his other hand produced a gun. “You see this?”
he asked. I nodded as my heart did cartwheels, wondering if he would shoot me.
“I want you to suck on it,” he said.
    He
squeezed my leg as he put the pistol barrel to my lips. “I want to watch you
suck my gun, girl. Open your mouth.” I looked over at Cade, who remained quiet
while watching the scene unfold, no longer meeting my gaze. Gordon released my
thigh and roughly grabbed my chin, spinning my head back around to face him.
“Why are you looking at him? He ain’t the boss here, little miss. Donny-boy
will do what I tell him to do. Won’t you, Donny?” he asked, looking at Cade,
who made no response beyond a nod of the head. “That’s right. See, little girl,
this is my show. Now act it out for me. I told you to suck my gun like it’s
your boyfriend’s cock.”  I was scared, really scared, and didn’t want to do it.
The act was degrading and disgusting, exactly the sort of thing guys like
Gordon got off on watching.
    The
slap to my face reinforced I had no choice unless I preferred a ruthless beating,
or worse. He might make me suck something else.
    “Put
it in your fucking mouth, right now, or I will knock every tooth in your pretty
little head out, one by one.” I knew he was serious, and I wasn’t sure if Cade
would stop him. What were a few teeth when a big career arrest was at stake? Being
nothing more to him than a pawn in his game, I couldn’t trust him, and I was
livid, knowing he had no problem letting this sick son-of-a-bitch violate me. I
would never forgive him for this or anything else he had done. I never would
have believed it possible to hate him, but I felt it pure and hot in that
moment. The anger fueled me.
    “This
is how he likes it,” I said and proceeded to give a show that would rival a
porn star.  My eyes rested on Cade more than once as I performed the seductive
fellatio, as much for Cade’s benefit, as for Gordon’s. Let that bastard see
what he threw away, I thought. Gordon masturbated as I took the barrel down
my throat. Tears rolled down my face as I fought the emotion and the gag
reflex. When Gordon finished jacking-off, the goo from his poor-excuse-of-manhood
running down his T-shirt, I thrust the gun towards him.
    “Did
you like that Gordon? Did you enjoy that, you sick fuck? How about you, Donny?
Did you get your rocks off, too?” Gordon was laughing at first, but then his
mood changed and he back-handed me on the side of the face. I’d done what he’d
told me to,