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.”

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

“Don’t you like it?”

“I miss being busy.”

at me

have never

tell me you feel

I shrugged my shoulders,

say

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

you finished your dinner?”

my plate. It

he stood up and stepped to me. He lifted me up into

“Gideon,

what are you dolug?”

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

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

the hell are you

my hand, and he tied my wists to the bed frame.

him. He’d never hurt me, I

Chapter 60 Punishment

to mine. His palms

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

out to his drawer in the bedside

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

seconds, he moved the

knife back into the drawer, he held my ruined bra, and he threw it on the floor. I laid there

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 did with the other. I felt I’d go mad if he wouldn’t touch me down there. I felt