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.”

always had a lot

“Don’t you like it?”

“I miss being busy.”

looked at me and

I have never been

you trying to tell me

I shrugged my shoulders,

say it like

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

have you finished

at my plate. It

to me. He lifted me

“Gideon,

what are you dolug?”

but you are not giving me another choice. So fm going to give your promised punishment now. And then every single

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 with my

the hell

answering me, he held my hand, and he tied my wists to the bed frame. I

trusted in him. He’d never hurt me, I

Chapter 60 Punishment

kneeled between them, pushing his lower abdomen to mine. His palms slipped up on my belly, caressing my breasts. After

back on my breasts,

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

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 gave me

seconds, he moved the

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

as 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