Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 247: squinted

Kael squinted, his hazel eyes sharp, his jaw tightening.

Harris moved through the debris with an eerie calm, his gray hair catching the dim light, his posture relaxed, like a man visiting familiar ground.

He didn’t call, didn’t check in—he looked... unsurprised.

Kael rewound the footage, watching Harris crouch beside a scorched pillar, picking up a fragment, analyzing it with a steady gaze, not a flinch in his expression.

Kael leaned back in his chair, muttering under his breath, his voice low, sharp.

"So, he’s a part of it... huh."

He told me he didn’t know what happened.

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Knock Knock

A soft knock at the door broke his thoughts.

Kael straightened, his hazel eyes flicking to the door, his voice steady. "Come in."

Tila stepped inside, her hands folded in front of her, her black eyes avoiding his, her tail swishing faintly, her cheeks still flushed with defiance.

"The bath is ready, Master," she said, her voice stiff, the word Master laced with reluctant submission.

Kael nodded, locking his screen and setting the phone face-down, his hazel eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and resolve.

"Thank you, Tila."

He rose, his feet soft on the hardwood, and behind his eyes, the questions sharpened into weapons, the suspicion of Harris’s betrayal a growing fire, ready to ignite the next battle in their tangled war.

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Kael sank deeper into the bath, the warm water enveloping his chest, steam curling in lazy tendrils around his shoulders, each ripple a soft caress against his skin, coaxing the day’s tension from his muscles.

The villa’s quiet hum faded, replaced by the gentle lapping of water, a fleeting sanctuary in the chaos of his life.

His hazel eyes drifted half-closed, the steam blurring the edges of the room, the faint glow of warm lights casting a golden sheen across the tiles.

The door creaked, a soft intrusion into his peace.

Rhea stepped inside, her presence a spark in the humid air. freewebnσvel.cøm

She wore nothing but a crimson lace bra and matching panties, the delicate fabric clinging to her curves, her skin flushed with a rosy glow under the warm lights.

Her red hair was pulled up loosely, wild strands clinging to her damp cheeks, framing her amber eyes, which shimmered with a quiet, electric hunger.

Her expression was calm, but beneath it simmered a fire, bold and unyielding.

Kael sat up, water lapping against his torso, his hazel eyes widening, a slow grin spreading across his lips.

"Rhea..."

"You know why I’m here," she said, her voice low, velvety with want, a pulse of danger thrumming beneath the words.

Her steps were slow, measured, hips swaying in a rhythm too precise to be innocent.

The crimson lace clung to her body like sin—her nipples dark against the fabric, stiff peaks straining through, her skin flushed and dewy from the heat.

Kael’s grin barely moved his lips, but his eyes said everything—hazel gone darker, lashed with hunger.

They dragged down her body with patience, cataloging every curve, every bead of moisture on her thighs.

He watched the rise and fall of her chest, the way her panties dipped below her hip bones like a promise waiting to be broken.

"Then come in," he said, voice roughened by restraint. Controlled, but cracking at the edges.

Rhea’s smirk deepened, slow and wicked. She didn’t blink.

She hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and dragged them down in a single motion, baring herself with a calm so electric it made the air between them vibrate.

The lace slipped past her thighs, her calves, then hit the floor, forgotten.

Her pussy—bare, flushed, glistening—caught the light like molten gold. Kael’s jaw tightened.

She unhooked the bra without taking her eyes off him.

Let it fall.

Her breasts bounced free, soft and perfect, her nipples already hard, aching to be touched.

She knew it—knew how fucking tempting she looked—and she basked in it, owned it.

Kael’s breath slowed. His cock stirred beneath the water, thickening by the second, his heartbeat pounding in his ears like war drums.

She stepped into the tub.

The water climbed her legs in lazy licks, steam dancing up her thighs, along her stomach, teasing over her nipples as they dipped into the heat.

She hissed softly, not from discomfort—but pleasure.

Kael didn’t move.

Couldn’t.

He was carved in stone, waiting for her.

Then she lowered herself onto him, straddling his lap, her thighs sliding over his, her pussy brushing the underside of his cock.

She didn’t sit all the way. Not yet.

Just pressed close enough for her lips to hover over his.

Close enough for her breath to warm his mouth. Her hand slid along his jaw, fingers threading into his hair, dragging his head back slightly, claiming him without speaking.

Their mouths touched.

The first kiss didn’t taste sweet.

It tasted desperate—days of denied want pressed into a single exhale.

Her lips grazed his, pulled back, then came again harder.

Kael responded, hands rising to her hips, gripping tight, needing to ground himself or lose all control.

She kissed like she was angry at how much she’d missed him.

Her hips moved—slow, gliding—her slick folds sliding against his length beneath the water, not taking him in, just stroking him with her heat, her wetness.

Her pussy throbbed against him, teasing the tip, then dragging along the shaft again, and again, making him ache.

He groaned against her lips, the sound low, barely restrained.

His fingers dug deeper into her skin, pulling her down harder, forcing her to grind rougher.

His cock throbbed, rock hard now, pinned between their slick bodies, and still—she didn’t let him in.

"You’re killing me," he breathed, his voice hoarse.

"Good," she whispered, her lips brushing his as she said it. "I want you trembling."

Her nipples brushed his chest, tight and hot against his skin, and his hands roamed up her back, slow, reverent, until one hand tangled in her hair again, the other dipped beneath the surface to cup her ass.

He dragged her forward, guiding her grind, forcing more pressure between them.

Still she didn’t let him inside.

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