Cold Hearted Princess

Chapter 5 I don’t care about her

Gideon

I watched the ceiling, gasping, while I could hear Gemma’s heavy breathing as well. We just had an incredibly satisfying sex. She knew very well what she had to do to make me feel in heaven. She was with me for approximately five years. I did not know how long exactly. I couldn’t care less.

I never loved a woman, never even wanted to. I just enjoyed my life, and Gemma could give me the biggest pleasure out of the numerous others I ever slept with.

Gemma was attractive; she had a beautifully shaped body; she had long blonde hair, blue eyes, big silicone tits, and I knew how much she loved me. I knew that she’d have done everything for me, and I liked that. I used that.

She turned on her side, and she hugged me, laying her head on my chest.

“That was fantastic. You really know what a woman needs.”

She laughed, so did I. I liked the way she tried to feed my ego to make me like her more.

I caressed her back and laughed too, but actually, this time, I felt sorry for her. I still haven’t got the courage to tell her I’m getting married on Saturday.

Probably she would freak out, and she would be angry with me, but she had to understand, I was doing this for her. I was doing this for her safety.

We had a huge conflict with an Italian don, and they killed two of my trusted ones already.

they said I would pay for them with someone who

safe, I knew that. But my father warned me about Gemma. He needed to convince me I had to defend her

a wife for me. I had to marry her, and make my marriage public. They wanted to take someone who was important to me. My father thought if they got to know a woman stole my heart for real, they would want the one who I love to take the perfect revenge

my father. I thought Riccardo wouldn’t believe that at all. He knew me well. He knew I only used women. But finally I agreed, as Gemma was innocent. She couldn’t pay for something

her back. Even if I wasn’t in love with her, after I talked

argument between us, but I kept reminding myself this

search for people who sell women. When he found an agent in one

new one, who wasn’t on the market at

might would be fancy having sex with her, but to avoid

liked the “barbie” types. I liked when they used strong makeup and plastic surgery. The whorish look was my favourite, when they wore high

woman had to have a sexy and perfect appearance next to me. I didn’t want them to know how to cook or how to do housework. I didn’t even require them to be clever or think. The only thing that was important to me was their looks, their mouth and their tight

there would be no way for me to feel fancy for my wife. I could play that we were happy together, and when they wanted to harm me by her, they were free to take her, and they could do whatever they wanted to do with her. I

her. But I didn’t care about her at all. I thought it would be enough to see her at the wedding. I chose a room for her in my house, which was a pleasant room. I thought she deserved it. She would die innocently or worse, maybe they would keep her and they could use her

study. I was sure I wouldn’t have to pay for a lot of

with that, but I felt a little guilty about taking a healthy, young virgin girl to be the

a robe on and watched me. I knew my mum was going to make sure my wedding would be everywhere, in the news, in the newspapers, just to show her friends the Sullivan’s wealth. So even if I

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