WHEN JAZMIN WOKE UP the next morning, her body was sore. It was like she was beaten, but beaten differently. Yeah, she was indeed last night by Ezequiel. But beaten with pleasure.
Jazmin facepalmed.
What the hell was she thinking about?
“I was glad that I beat you last night with pleasure, my queen.”
Jazmin’s eyes widened, and she turned to face Ezequiel. “You…”
Ezequiel smiled. “I can hear your thoughts.”
Jazmin stilled. He can hear my thoughts. I don’t believe it. But she thought of ways to find out if Ezequiel was really telling the truth or if he was just fooling her.
Are you sure? You’re not fooling me, are you?
“I am not fooling you, my queen. I can really hear your thoughts.”
Jazmin cleared her throat. He can really hear my thoughts. But why is that?
“Because of our bon
