Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 237: intensity

Kael stirred awake in his own bed, the sheets faintly warm beside him, the only trace of Liss’s presence from their night of electric surrender.

His hazel eyes blinked open, heavy with sleep, piecing together the quiet transfer—she must have carried him back in the early morning, before Freya or Rhea could catch them tangled in her bed.

The villa’s silence was a fragile shield, the faint scent of lavender and sweat clinging to him, a reminder of their shared intensity.

He stretched, his muscles groaning, the weight of the day ahead buzzing in his mind.

He needed to check on the twins, see if anyone had embraced their maid role or were still plotting rebellion, but more urgently, it had been too long since he’d connected with Freya or Rhea.

Their fiery and frosty presences were vital, and he couldn’t afford to let them drift.

Pulling on a black shirt and his usual pants, Kael opened the door, only to find Rhea standing just outside, shifting on her feet, her crimson hair loose, her amber eyes smoldering with frustration.

She wore a fitted tank top that hugged her curves, her breasts subtly outlined, her posture tense.

"Good morning, Rhea," Kael said, cocking a brow, his hazel eyes scanning her. "Something wrong?"

She didn’t answer immediately, her amber eyes flickering, then stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him tightly, burying her face against his chest, her breath warm through his shirt.

"I want out of this place," she murmured, her voice sharp with frustration, her body pressed close, her breasts brushing him.

"I want the Haven renovated, or relocated—I don’t care. I just can’t stand Liss bossing everyone around like she owns us."

Kael blinked, surprised by her intensity, his hazel eyes softening as he slid a hand to her waist, feeling the heat of her skin through her tank top.

"What happened?"

"She locked me in last night with Freya," Rhea snapped, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes, her amber gaze blazing, her lips tight. "Literally locked the damn door. I couldn’t even come see you. And don’t get me started on her cooking. I’m used to Freya’s food. Liss’s is like eating spiced fucking bricks."

Kael smirked despite himself, his hazel eyes glinting with amusement, his hand lingering on her waist, a subtle spark in the contact. "Sounds like you had a rough night."

"She thinks she’s top bitch just because she’s stronger now," Rhea said, her voice low, her amber eyes narrowing, her breasts rising with her breath.

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Kael’s grin widened, his hand pulling her closer, his voice dropping to a warm, teasing murmur. "You missed me?"

Her lips quirked upward, a fiery glint in her amber eyes, her body softening against his, her pussy tingling faintly at his touch.

"Obviously," she said, her voice husky, her breath warm.

He leaned down, kissing her—slow, soft, grounding, his lips warm against hers, a quiet promise in the contact.

Her tongue met his, a spark of heat, her breasts pressing closer.

He pulled back, his hazel eyes steady, his hand still on her waist. "We’ll start the renovation soon. The insurance money came through. We’ll make the Haven ours soon."

Rhea relaxed slightly, her amber eyes softening, her body still close, her breasts brushing his chest.

"Good," she said, her voice quieter, a flicker of relief in her gaze.

Kael’s voice dropped lower, a strategic edge in his tone.

"In the meantime, train with Liss. Watch her. Learn her rhythm, steal her moves. Best way to beat an enemy? Know them better than they know themselves."

Rhea’s grin flashed, her amber eyes sparking with mischief, her body tingling at the thought of outsmarting Liss. "You’re right. If I learn how she moves, I’ll find every fucking weakness she’s got."

"Exactly," Kael said, his hazel eyes glinting, his hand giving her waist a playful squeeze.

She rose on her toes, kissing him again—quick, hot, her lips fierce, her tongue teasing, her breasts pressing against him.

"I’ll be downstairs," she said, pulling back, her amber eyes blazing. "Time to ’train.’"

As she disappeared down the stairs, her crimson hair bouncing, Kael leaned against the doorframe, a smile playing on his lips.

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Kael stepped into the hall, the faint scent of something vaguely edible drifting from the kitchen, a mix of charred spices and overcooked vegetables that spoke of Liss’s culinary chaos.

On the couch, Freya sat curled up, a folded newspaper in her hands, her legs tucked beneath her, her platinum-cyan hair loose around her shoulders, catching the morning light filtering through the villa’s windows.

Her fitted tank top hugged her curves, her breasts subtly outlined, her posture relaxed but lost in thought, a quiet strength in her stillness.

She looked up as Kael’s feet whispered on the hardwood, her blue eyes meeting his, a faint purse to her lips, the corners tilted downward in a subtle pout.

"Morning," she said, her voice sultry but soft, a hint of something unspoken.

"Morning, Freya," Kael replied, his hazel eyes warm, a smile tugging at his lips as he sank onto the couch beside her, the cushions dipping under his weight.

She didn’t meet his eyes, her lips tightening, her fingers gripping the newspaper a little harder. Kael tilted his head, his hazel eyes narrowing with playful concern. "You’re pouting."

"No, I’m not," she muttered, her voice low, her blue eyes flicking to the newspaper, avoiding his gaze.

"Yes, you are," he said, nudging her shoulder gently, his touch light but grounding, his smile teasing. "Talk to me."

Freya huffed, letting the newspaper fall onto her lap, her blue eyes finally meeting his, a flicker of vulnerability breaking through her sultry calm.

"I wanted to sleep with you last night," she said, her voice soft but edged with frustration. "I’ve been wanting to talk to you for a while, but it’s like... you’re always being pulled around by someone or something. The twins, Rhea, Liss’s damn ego. I miss you, Kael."

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