Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 113: You ____ her again

Kael sank deeper into the bathtub, the water lapping at his chest, he used the thermometer and saw that the water was warmed to a perfect 38 degrees Celsius by Rhea’s earlier touch.

He was impressed.

The steam curled around him, soothing the tension in his muscles, his hazel eyes half-closed as he savored the quiet.

Finally, he stood, the water sluicing off his lean frame, and stepped into the shower, letting the hot spray rinse away the lingering heat.

He toweled off, his dark hair damp and tousled, and wrapped the towel around his waist.

With a soft creak, he opened the bathroom door, expecting the quiet of his room—

only to freeze.

"You fucked her again," Freya said, her voice low, edged with a mix of accusation and amusement.

She sat on his bed, her platinum-cyan hair damp from her own shower, a white towel wrapped loosely around her, barely covering her curves.

Her blue eyes locked on him, sharp and knowing, as if she’d been waiting for this moment.

Kael’s brow arched, his grin returning, unfazed.

"Yeah," he admitted, rubbing the towel through his hair. "She needed some help. One thing led to another."

He moved to the dresser, grabbing a clean pair of boxers, his tone casual but his hazel eyes flicking to her, gauging her reaction.

Freya’s lips twitched, a smirk breaking through her stern facade.

She stood, her movements slow, and let the towel fall, pooling at her feet.

Her naked body was a vision—pale skin glowing in the dim light, her breasts full and firm, her nipples hardened, her curves sharp and inviting.

"Then you wouldn’t mind me," she said, her voice a sultry challenge, her blue eyes glinting with intent.

Kael’s breath caught, his boxers forgotten in his hand, his cock stirring beneath the towel without hesitation.

Just how horny am I?

Freya was hot—alluring in a way that hit him like a punch, her confidence a magnet.

But he shook his head, forcing his gaze to her face, his voice steady despite the heat pooling in his gut.

"You’ve got the sewers tomorrow, Freya. If we start, we both know we won’t stop until we’re beat. Let’s save it for after. I promise."

Freya’s lips pursed into a pout, an unexpected flash of cuteness that softened her usual icy demeanor.

Her blue eyes narrowed, but a smile broke through, warm and teasing. "

Fine," she said, her tone conceding but playful. "But I want to sleep with you. Literal sleep. Not sex sleep. On your bed."

Kael shrugged, his grin easy.

"Okay, if that’s what you want. But no sex," he reminded her, his hazel eyes firm, though the sight of her naked body made his resolve waver.

Freya nodded, stepping closer, her bare feet silent on the floor.

"Deal. I already rubbed one out in the shower, so I’m good. No advances, promise." Her voice was sincere, but the glint in her blue eyes suggested she was enjoying testing his limits.

"Hmm. Okay," Kael said, skeptical but amused. He reached for his nightshirt, but Freya’s voice stopped him.

"Hey!" she said, her tone sharp but teasing. "If I’m sleeping naked, you’re sleeping naked too."

Kael glanced at her, his brow arching. "At least my underwear," he countered, holding up his boxers.

Freya’s smirk widened, and she sat back on the bed, spreading her legs slightly, her pussy bare and unapologetic.

"I didn’t wear any," she said, her voice a low taunt, her blue eyes daring him.

Kael’s jaw tightened, his cock twitching under the towel, but he chuckled, shaking his head.

"Fine," he said, dropping the boxers and towel, his lean, toned body exposed.

He climbed onto the bed, lying on his side, the mattress dipping as Freya shifted to make space.

Her presence was a heat beside him, her scent—clean from the shower but still distinctly her—filling his senses.

The moment he settled, Freya moved without a delay, her body pressing against his back, her taller frame enveloping him like a warm, possessive blanket.

Her breasts pressed into his shoulder blades, her nipples hard points against his skin, her arms wrapping around him in a tight hug.

Kael tensed, his hazel eyes narrowing, her closeness feeling like a playful ambush.

The look she’d given him—teasing, almost predatory—suggested she might bully him tonight, her warmth both comforting and provocative.

But Freya’s smile softened, her blue eyes warm as she hugged him closer, her chin resting on his shoulder, sniffing him, suppressing the urge to bite his ear, lick him.

"No sex, okay?" Kael reminded her, his voice firm but tinged with amusement, his body hyper-aware of her curves molding against him.

She nodded, her hair brushing his neck.

"No sex," she murmured, her voice soft, compliant, but her body stayed pressed against his, her breasts a constant, tantalizing pressure.

Kael pulled the blankets over them, the fabric settling over their naked forms, cocooning them in warmth.

Freya’s voice broke the quiet, playful and expectant. "No goodnight kiss?"

Kael turned his head, meeting her blue eyes, and leaned in, giving her a quick peck on the lips, chaste and gentle.

But Freya wasn’t having it.

Her hands shot to his face, cupping his cheeks, pulling him into a deeper kiss.

Her lips parted, her tongue sweeping into his mouth, teasing and hungry, her body pressing closer, her leg hooking him, her breasts boring into his chest.

The kiss was sloppy, intense, her tongue dancing with his, a soft moan escaping her as she savored him.

Kael’s hands twitched, tempted to grab her, but he pulled back, his breath ragged.

"Enough," he said, his voice hoarse, his hazel eyes locking on hers.

Freya’s lips curved into a satisfied smile, her blue eyes gleaming.

"We have to sleep," Kael said, his voice steadier now, though his body buzzed with the aftershock of her kiss.

"I know," she said, her tone teasing.

"You sleep." She settled back, her body still pressed against his, her arms loose but warm.

"I can’t sleep if you keep looking at me," Kael said, his voice half-amused, half-exasperated, catching the way her eyes lingered on him, even in the dim light.

"Fine," Freya said, her smile widening. "I’ll close my eyes. But you still won’t sleep."