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.”

I feel like I’m lazy, I always had a lot to

“Don’t you like it?”

“I miss being busy.”

looked at

I have never

you trying to tell me you

I shrugged my shoulders,

say it like

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

finished

looked at my plate. It was

lifted me up into his arms

“Gideon,

what are you dolug?”

got injured, but you are not giving me another choice. So fm going to give your promised punishment now. And

me down on the bed, and he went to his dressing room. He came back in a minute with two thin ropes

what the hell are

my hand, and he tied my wists to the bed frame. I didn’t

trusted in him. He’d

Chapter 60 Punishment

his lower abdomen to mine. His palms slipped up on my belly, caressing my breasts. After bending over me, he kissed me. I was eager to touch

to kiss me. He kneeled up again, and his palm slipped back on my breasts, gently massaged

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

to my belly, and he 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 the cold metal’s dull side, which

seconds, he moved the

ruined bra, and he threw it on the floor. I laid there half

It seemed like hours passed when he stopped, but he only moved to the other side to continue torturing me the