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

“Don’t you like it?”

“I miss being busy.”

looked at me

have never

you trying to tell me

I shrugged my shoulders,

can say

a sigh. I didn’t know what it was supposed to mean, but I didn’t ask

you finished your

looked at my plate. It

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

“Gideon,

what are you dolug?”

promised punishment now. And then every single time

me down on the bed, and he 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

tied my wists to the bed frame. I didn’t

trusted in him. He’d

Chapter 60 Punishment

legs, and he kneeled between them, pushing his lower abdomen to mine. His palms slipped up on my belly, caressing my breasts. After bending over me, he kissed me.

like ages when he finally stopped to kiss me. He kneeled up again, and his palm slipped back on my breasts, gently massaged them. He didn’t stop rubbing

out to his drawer in the bedside cabinet and took a small knife out. I

After looking at my bra for a few s knife to it. He cut it too. He lingered, caressing my skin with the cold metal’s dull

seconds, he moved the

held my ruined bra, and he threw

he moved his palms back to my breasts, then he bent over to kiss one of my nipples. He sucked it gently while I could feel his tongue as well. I moaned in pleasure. I never thought it could feel that good. It seemed like hours