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.”

like I’m lazy, I always had a lot to do, but now

“Don’t you like it?”

“I miss being busy.”

at me

I have

to tell

I shrugged my shoulders,

say

out a sigh. I didn’t know what it was supposed to

have you finished

my plate. It was

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

“Gideon,

what are you dolug?”

promised punishment

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

the hell are you

he held my hand, and he tied

him. He’d never

Chapter 60 Punishment

mine.

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

in the bedside cabinet and took a small knife out. I still trusted him. Leastwise, this is what I

cut 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. He cut it too. He lingered, caressing my skin with

seconds, he moved the

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

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