Cold Hearted Princess

Chapter 60 Punishment

*Your thigh has bruises on

I looked at it, it indeed looked bad, but even if I didn’t fall that badly for a long time, I got used to it.

“I used to have many of them.”

He remained quiet, but I saw he didn’t like that at all. After we got

I agreed.

we got dressed, he asked me if I wanted to watch a movie in the cinema room. Actually, I didn’t mind,

I made myself comfortable but, just as I expected, he held me in his embrace. We laid there lazily till dinner time. I wanted to cook something, but he wanted me to rest. I didn’t mind.

While we sat at the table, eating. I was thinking about how lazy I became, and I didn’t like it at all. I used to get up at about four am every day. I trained, studied, worked, skated, cooked, and I still had a little time to spend with my friends sometimes.

Now I was happy with Gideon, and I got to train Ava, but I had nothing else to do

at are you thinking about?” I looked up at Gideon. While my thoughts wear far away, I stopped eating and probably he noticed that

“Nothing”

“Alice, if a wo

I smiled.

a woman says nothing, that never means nothing.”

just. I feel like I’m lazy, I always had a lot to do, but

“Don’t you like it?”

“I miss being busy.”

at me and

I have never

to tell me you feel

I shrugged my shoulders,

can say

I didn’t know what it was supposed to mean, but I

finished your dinner?”

at my plate. It was

stepped to me. He lifted me up into his arms and he walked with

“Gideon,

what are you dolug?”

going to give your promised punishment now. And then every single time when you day I make you bored, you are

he went to his dressing room. He came back in a minute with two thin ropes in his hand. I

the hell are you

of answering me, he held my hand, and he tied my

He’d

Chapter 60 Punishment

pillow and put it under my butt. He spread my legs, and he kneeled between them, pushing his lower abdomen to mine. His palms slipped up on my belly, caressing my

up again, and his palm slipped back on my breasts, gently massaged them. He didn’t stop rubbing his private part to mine, and that made me

to his drawer in the bedside cabinet and took a

my t–shirt. The knife was sharp, so it made a quick, clear cut. After looking at my bra for a few s knife to it.

seconds, he moved the

the drawer, he held my ruined bra, and he threw it on the floor. I

his tongue as well. I moaned in pleasure. I never thought it could feel that good. It seemed like hours passed when he stopped, but he only moved to the other side to continue torturing me the same way he