Chapter 12: The Bride's secret Hunger (18+).

Betty's POV

“To what do I owe this visit?”

I lifted my eyes lazily from the cigarette between my fingers, watching the thin curl of smoke twist toward the ceiling. Andreina stood at the door, her sharp eyes cutting across the room like knives. She didn’t look like a woman here for small talk , her face was painted in fury.

“You moved her.” Her voice was clipped, tight, like she’d been holding the words in her throat all morning. “i came over to Bianca's cell. I was told you pulled her out. What game are you playing, Betty?”

I smirked and tapped the cigarette against the ashtray, letting the ember fall. “So Bianca fed you that story before she even left the prison? So talk a lot of her.”

Andreina’s jaw tightened. “Bianca told me nothing. I came this morning, and the guards said you’d moved her. You had no right to, your dad should.. Don’t play with Bianca, She's fire.”

I rose slowly, brushing down my silk gown, and walked toward her, letting my heels click deliberately against the floor. I smiled when I reached her. “Tell me, Andreina…” I tilted my head, studying her. “what part of your script said I gave a tiny fuck bout your opinion?…have you ever been betrayed by a lover?”

Her eyes flickered, caught off guard. “Laugh my fucking ass out! Why are you asking me that?”

“Because,” I whispered, my lips curling around the words, “today should be my happy day. And yet, my heart feels heavier than stone. I can’t even bring myself to dress up or invite my artist for a facial makeover. All because the man I love… the man I crave… has already laid himself in another woman’s bed. not once, not twice ....”

Her voice hardened. “And you still decided to marry him? To bind yourself to a man who already claimed another? how thoughtful of you, Betty. I am impressed.”

I smiled bitterly, sliding my tongue along my teeth. “Because I’m in love with him. Because I lust for him. And because I can’t let go. Have you seen his bed game??”

Her gaze sharpened, but before she could answer, I tilted my head again. “Tell me, Andreina… don't you think Bianca should have been a lesbian?”

The question snapped in the air between us. Andreina stiffened, her brows drawing together. “What are you even saying?”

I leaned closer, lowering my voice to a taunt. “I mean… women have their ways. Some choose other women. Some choose men. Some choose both. Tell me...what rules exist in your city? I got to find out y'all got no men in your city. How do women, your women including you… satisfy themselves?”

Her expression darkened. “That’s none of your concern, and if you really want to know, come over bitch.”

But I pressed, my tone light as smoke. “Oh, come now. Humor me. They say your city has no men. Is that true?”

Andreina’s lips twitched, resisting a smirk. “you clearly stated it earlier! We satisfy ourselves in our own ways.”

“Do you bring men in, once in a while?” I asked.

She chuckled, low and bitter. “No. We don’t need them. We satisfy ourselves.”

I stilled, studying her face. Then, deliberately, I asked, “And how does a woman let another woman satisfy her?”

Andreina’s eyes flared. “You wouldn’t understand. Drop it, can you???”

But I shook my head. “No. Show me.”

Her eyes widened. “Show you what?”

I stepped closer, the silk of my gown brushing against her arm, and whispered into her ear, “Show me how a woman satisfies another. I need something to clear my head. Something new for this body.”

She stepped back, startled, but I caught her hand before she could retreat. My lips pressed against hers, soft at first, then hungry.

Andreina froze, her body stiff, but when I pushed again, when my tongue flicked against her lower lip, she trembled. My hands slid up her arms, pulling her closer, pressing her against the wall.

Her breath hitched. “Betty.... we can't be doing this.”

“Shhh.” I whispered, kissing her again, deeper this time. My tongue tangled with hers, slow and teasing, before turning desperate, hot.

She pushed me off. "Betty are you high on something?? what the fuck is you doing?"

"Just shut up," I said as I kissed again, her resistance faltered. Her fingers curled against my waist, pulling me closer despite herself.

I moaned softly into her mouth, the sound vibrating between us, and dragged her hand down until it pressed against the curve of my hip. “Touch me,” I begged against her lips. “Don’t hold back.”

Andreina groaned as though fighting herself, but then her hand slid beneath the silk, brushing against my bare thigh. My breath hitched as I leaned into her, grinding softly, letting her feel the heat growing between my legs.

Her fingers climbed higher, tracing the edge of my lace, before pushing it aside and sliding where I needed her most.

“Oh....” I gasped, clinging to her shoulders. My lips trailed down her neck, biting, tasting. “That’s it… don’t stop.”

Andreina’s movements were rough, unpracticed, but her hunger matched mine. She kissed me hard, swallowing my moans, her free hand gripping my waist tightly as she worked me with her fingers, faster, deeper, until my body was trembling.

I threw my head back, crying out, the sound muffled against her mouth as the wave hit me ... hot, shaking, uncontrollable. My silk gown clung to my damp skin as my knees buckled, and I collapsed into her arms, panting.

When it was over, I stared at her, my chest heaving, my lips swollen and raw from kissing. Andreina tried to look away, but I caught her chin, forcing her eyes back to mine.

You’re staring,” she whispered, flustered.

I smiled faintly. “Because I’ve never felt like this before. The touch, the heat… everything was so soothing. You made me forget my pain.”

Andreina pushed me back gently, standing tall again. Her expression was unreadable. “Get dressed. We should go. This never happened, it never happened, is that a promise to me?”

But I caught her hand before she could leave. My grip was tight, my eyes burning into hers. “This isn’t over and it's a promise.”

And before she could argue, I pulled her down with me again onto the bed.