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 I do

“Don’t you like it?”

“I miss being busy.”

at me

I have never

to tell me you

I shrugged my shoulders,

can say it

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

finished

looked at my plate. It

lifted me up into his arms and he walked with

“Gideon,

what are you dolug?”

not giving me another choice. So fm going to give your promised punishment now. And

to his dressing room. He came back

the hell

he tied my wists to the bed frame. I didn’t know why, but

trusted in him. He’d never hurt me,

Chapter 60 Punishment

spread my 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. I was eager to touch him, but I couldn’t. The ropes kept my bands

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

tortured me like this for a while. I frowned curiously when he reached out to his drawer in the bedside

sharp, so it made a quick, clear cut. After looking at my bra for a few s knife to it. He cut

seconds, he moved the

my ruined bra,

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