Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 168: shower

"I’ll wear them after my shower," Freya said, her blue eyes glinting with a mix of defiance and intrigue, her platinum-cyan hair loose, her bare breasts fully exposed after Kael’s victory in their fight, both nipple covers now in his possession.

She gestured toward the empty dining table, "After dinner."

"Cool," Kael said, his hazel eyes sparkling with mischief.

Rhea, her crimson hair bouncing, her amber eyes darting, piped up, her voice teasing but edged with nerves. "Why wait, Freya? Shower now. It’ll be refreshing to eat dinner all clean and... sparkly."

Kael’s grin widened, his tone playful, his hazel eyes flicking between them. "She’s got a point, I agree with her. You should take a shower now Freya."

Freya glared at Rhea, her blue eyes narrowing, her sapphire necklace catching the Haven’s dim light, its glow accentuating the curve of her collarbone.

Rhea looked away, whistling innocently, her tank top tight against her chest, her hardened nipples poking through the thin fabric, a subtle reminder of her own exposure earlier.

"Get to it, Freya," Kael said, his voice light but commanding, his grin unwavering. "You know where the anal bead panties are, right? I’ll keep dinner warm and serve it when you’re back. Also, you can call me if you need... assistance."

Freya hesitated, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks—a rare crack in her usual demeanor, her usual confidence tinged with embarrassment.

"I’ll take you up on that," she said, her voice low, a mix of curiosity and heat, her blue eyes locking onto Kael’s.

She relished her steamy encounters with Kael, but anal play was new, unorthodox, and thrilling, stirring a pulse of desire she wanted to explore with him.

Her bare breasts swayed slightly as she turned toward the bathroom, her navy pants hugging her toned thighs and round ass, each step a tease.

Rhea gulped, her amber eyes wide, as memories of Kael’s fingers probing her own ass a few days ago came flooding back, sending a shiver through her.

She stayed quiet, watching the exchange with bated breath, her curiosity warring with her nerves.

"Fine," Kael said, his grin returning, his hazel eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Get started with your shower, Freya. I’ll serve the twins their dinner and join you."

Freya nodded and walked towards her room, then paused, turning back to face Kael, her blue eyes teasing as she cupped her full, bare breasts, lifting them slightly, their soft weight jiggling, her pink nipples taut under the dim light.

"Want to squeeze them now? You were really into it during our fight, groping and pinching like a kid in a candy store."

Kael chuckled, his hazel eyes darkening with desire, his voice low and promising.

"Not now, Freya. I’ll take my time milking those beauties later, when I’ve got hours to play."

His words dripped with intent, making Freya’s lips twitch into a sultry smirk before she sauntered off, her hips swaying hypnotically, her navy pants accentuating every curve, the bathroom door clicking shut behind her.

Kael turned to the kitchen, grabbing two plates of steaming pasta, its savory aroma—rich tomatoes, fresh herbs, melted parmesan—filling the air, a warm contrast to the Haven’s tense undercurrent.

Rhea helped, her crimson hair bouncing as she balanced the plates, her amber eyes flicking toward the twins’ room, her tank top straining against her chest.

They approached the locked door.

Knock knock knock

Kael knocked the door firmly. "Lila!"

"Kael," Lila’s voice answered, soft but clear through the heavy wood.

"I am bringing in dinner. Will Tila be a problem?" Kael asked, his hazel eyes narrowing, his hand on the knob, his stun baton a reassuring weight at his hip.

"Yes!" Tila’s voice bellowed, sharp and defiant, followed by a muffled scuffle.

"Sush!" Lila hissed, her tone firm, then added, "No, Kael. She’s on her bed, she won’t be a problem."

"Good." Kael unlocked the door, pushing it open cautiously.

Lila stood near the door, her glasses glinting in the dim light, her loose gown pooling around her, the power-suppressing collar a faint gleam on her neck.

Tila sat cross-legged on the bed, her black hair a messy halo, her sharp features twisted in a venomous glare, her own collar glinting, her hands clenched as if ready to lunge.

Rhea handed Lila the plates, the pasta’s steam curling into the claustrophobic room, the faint scent of Lila’s earlier chocolate pudding lingering.

Kael met Tila’s glare, her eyes promising retribution, but he held his ground.

"You’re going back to your room after dinner, Lila," he said, his voice firm, unyielding.

"No, she won’t, she will be staying here with me. Fuck Off!" Tila snapped, her voice cutting like a blade, her body tensing on the bed.

Lila nodded, her smile wry, her glasses slipping slightly. "Okay, Kael."

"Why did you say okay, why are you listening to hi..."

Kael closed the door, locking it with a decisive click, the twins’ muffled voices fading behind the wood.

He sighed, his shoulders loosening, then his grin returned, his hazel eyes flicking to Rhea, who stood clutching the empty tray, her amber eyes wide.

"What’s your plan for now?" he asked, his voice intrigued. "Do you want to start dinner early or watch TV till we’re back?"

Rhea gulped, her amber eyes darting, her voice breaking, her face flushing a deep red. "I... I want to... to come watch," she stammered, her embarrassment clashing with a burning curiosity, her pulse quickening at the thought of Freya and Kael, and maybe more.

Kael’s throat tightened, his hazel eyes widening, a jolt of surprise and desire coursing through him.

He hadn’t expected her boldness, he thought he would have need to give her a push, but she made his job easier.

"Fine," he said, his grin shaky but intrigued, his jeans tightening further. "Whatever you wish. Grab the sex toys bag and bring it to the bathroom."

Rhea nodded, her crimson hair bouncing as she darted to fetch the bag, her movements quick, her tank top clinging to her sweat-dampened skin.

Kael peeled off his t-shirt and jeans, leaving only his boxers, his lean muscles flexing, his arousal evident as he strode to the bathroom, the sound of running water growing louder, steam curling into the hallway like a siren’s call.

Freya stood under the shower, gloriously naked, her body a vision of raw, sensual perfection that made Kael’s breath catch. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Hot water cascaded over her, glistening on her flawless skin, tracing every curve like a lover’s touch.

Her platinum-cyan hair clung to her back, wet and shimmering, strands framing her face, accentuating her sharp cheekbones and full, parted lips, a faint flush on her cheeks from the heat.

Her full breasts, heavy and round, bounced slightly as she moved, water streaming over their soft slopes, her pink nipples hardened under the spray, begging for attention.

Her toned waist curved into flared hips, her long sculpted thighs and her calves gleamed, water pooling at her feet.

Her round, firm ass, slick with soap suds, jiggled subtly as she shifted, each cheek a perfect, tantalizing arc that screamed to be grabbed.

Soap bubbles slid down her flat stomach, teasing the faint V-line leading to her shaved mound, a glimpse of her inner thighs glistening, her every movement a provocative dance under the shower’s glow.

She was a goddess, every inch crafted to drive men wild, and Kael’s pulse pounded, his boxers straining as he drank her in.

He tiptoed in, his grin wicked, and grabbed her full breasts from behind, his fingers sinking into their plush softness, their weight heavenly in his hands.

"Gotcha," he whispered, his voice husky, his arousal pressing against her through his boxers.

"Oh!" Freya exclaimed, a soft laugh escaping, her blue eyes snapping open, meeting his with a playful spark, water dripping from her lashes, soap clinging to her curves.

"I am almost done," she said, her voice calm but laced with heat, her breasts pressing into his palms as she leaned back slightly, her wet skin slick against his chest. "So... how do we do this?"

Kael’s grin softened, his hazel eyes steady, his fingers lingering on her breasts before sliding to her hips, water sluicing between them.

"Since it’s your first time, we’ll go slow. I’ll stretch you a bit with lube, get you comfortable, then slide the beads into the panties. Easy."

Freya gulped, her blue eyes flickering with nervous excitement, water streaming down her face, her lips parting slightly.

"Sounds... wrong and oddly erotic," she said, her voice low, a thrill pulsing through her, her ass clenching instinctively at the thought, her body humming with anticipation.

"It is," Kael said, his grin widening, his hazel eyes dark with desire, the steam wrapping them in a hazy cocoon.

Rhea appeared at the door, the sex toys bag in hand, her amber eyes wide as she dropped it just inside, peeking in, her tank top soaked with sweat, her nipples sharp against the fabric, her arousal unmistakable.

Kael caught her gaze, his hazel eyes teasing, his voice low.

"Wanna join?"

Rhea gulped again, her face a vivid red, her crimson hair sticking to her neck, but she nodded, her voice barely a whisper, trembling with excitement.

"Yeah."