Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 255: crossed

Tila felt relaxed in Kael’s hands, though she hated it—she loved it.

Her heart was a battlefield, every beat waging war against itself, a relentless clash of defiance and desire.

She kept repeating the lie in her head.

He has forced me to do this else I would have killed him.

I am a maid—temporary, bound by a week of servitude, a deal I struck in arrogance and desperation for freedom from this hell.

Duty, obligation, punishment.

That’s all it is supposed to be.

But deep down, a truth she couldn’t silence burned brighter.

She wanted it. She craved it.

Kael’s touch wasn’t terrifying, cold, or cruel.

His hands were warm, firm yet never rough, intentional yet never invasive.

For someone who’d spent her life recoiling from closeness, from affection, from vulnerability, from touch, Tila found herself melting in his arms, her black eyes fluttering shut, her wild black hair splayed across the pillow.

She hated how much she needed it, her pussy tingling faintly with a longing she couldn’t deny.

He didn’t hold her like a master over a servant.

He held her like a man who wanted to protect, to comfort, to feel, his chest pressed gently against her back, his arm wrapped around her waist, a steady anchor in her storm.

In the cage of his embrace, in the cocoon of his breath and heat, she felt safe, a sensation so foreign it made her heart ache.

Time slipped, an hour or two or more, the tension in her body fading, though her heartbeat refused to calm, a wild rhythm echoing in her ears.

Kael’s breath brushed her nape, warm and slow, each exhale a caress that sent shivers through her, her pussy clenching instinctively.

"Still not asleep?" he murmured into her hair, his voice low, husky, a velvet rasp that vibrated against her nerves, igniting a spark in her core.

Tila stiffened, her black eyes widening.

He was still awake?

Her pulse thundered, her thoughts a chaotic swirl, unable to relax even as her body surrendered to his warmth.

She didn’t answer, her lips pressed tight, her pussy throbbing faintly.

Kael kissed her neck gently, his lips soft, a tender brush that made her breath hitch.

"I want to play with you a little more," he said, his voice a low purr, laced with desire.

Tila bit her lip, her black eyes flickering, a flush creeping up her cheeks.

"Do whatever you want," she snapped, her voice laced with venom, though it quivered at the edges.

"I’m just the maid, right? It’s not like I get to say no. You have no idea how degrading this is. I’ll need a bath in bleach just to scrub your touch off me."

Kael chuckled softly, the sound rolling into her spine, his breath warm against her skin.

"I’ll take that as a yes," he teased, his voice rich with affection, a promise that made her pussy clench.

His hand slipped beneath her blouse, fingertips grazing her stomach with featherlight touches, sending shivers through her, her skin tingling under his caress.

His fingers traced upward, slow and teasing, then cupped her breasts through her bra, his thumbs flicking against her sensitive nipples, already hardening under the fabric.

Tila gasped, her face turning red, her hips twitching instinctively, her pussy throbbing with sudden need.

Kael’s mouth found her neck again, his lips pressing kisses between each wordless moan she tried to suppress, the heat of his breath igniting her skin.

Her resistance crumbled, her body arching into his touch, her black eyes fluttering shut, her moans slipping free despite her efforts.

His other hand traveled lower, under her skirt, gliding along the inside of her thigh, a slow, searing path that made her tremble.

His fingers parted her gap, brushing her slick folds, finding her pussy wet and aching.

"K-Kael..." she whimpered, her voice high, breathless, her pussy clenching under his touch, her body betraying her defiance.

He didn’t speak, his fingers rubbing slowly, teasing her clit with firm, languid circles, each motion a spark that sent waves of pleasure crashing through her.

His thumb played at her nipple, alternating sensation and rhythm, her body grinding into his hand, her pussy slick with arousal.

Then she felt it—his hardened cock pressing against her backside through his boxers, thick and demanding, a pulse of heat that made her breath catch.

Tila’s hips moved, stroking against him, seeking friction, her pussy aching as her body surrendered to the truth she’d tried to deny.

She wanted him, craved him, her moans soft and desperate, echoing in the quiet room as she ground slowly against his cock, lost in sensation.

Kael shifted behind her, his breath brushing her ear, his lips so close they made her skin ache.

"Can I put it in?" he murmured, his voice a husky growl, thick with need, the question a spark that set her ablaze.

Tila froze, every muscle tightening, her black eyes wide, her breath stalling.

The question should’ve comforted her, but it didn’t—it made her burn, her pussy throbbing with anticipation.

She bit her lip, hard, her voice bitter but trembling.

"Why ask?" she said, her words sharp. "When you know I can’t say no?"

Kael grinned against her skin, his voice a low hum, teasing yet warm. "Still pretending?"

He didn’t wait for another answer, his hand moving with slow, sure confidence.

The rustle of his boxers sliding down was barely audible over her pounding heartbeat, her pussy clenching with nervous excitement.

His cock, hot and hard, pressed between her ass cheeks, rubbing there with slow, wet strokes, dragging through the valley with teasing friction, her breath stuttering, her pussy aching.

His hand gripped one cheek, spreading her open, the shock of exposure making her whimper, her black eyes fluttering shut.

She felt everything—his cock pulsing against her bare skin, the tip nudging lower, circling her entrance, a promise that set her nerves alight.

Then he pushed, gentle, steady, thick, his cock stretching her pussy, slow and slick, the pressure unbearable and perfect.

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