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 always had a lot to do, but

“Don’t you like it?”

“I miss being busy.”

looked at me

have

trying to tell me you

I shrugged my shoulders,

can say

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

finished your

my plate. It was

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

“Gideon,

what are you dolug?”

choice. So fm going to give your promised punishment now. And then every single time when you day I

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

what the hell are

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

him. He’d never hurt me, I

Chapter 60 Punishment

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

my breasts, gently massaged them. He didn’t stop rubbing

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

sharp, so it made a quick, clear cut. After looking at my bra for

seconds, he moved the

he put the knife back into the drawer, he held my ruined bra, and he threw it on the

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