Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 115: We just slept together

"Then, what the hell is this, Freya?"

The first thing Kael saw was ice—a thick, shimmering barrier encasing their bed, its frosted surface glinting in the sunlight, blocking the side toward the door.

Beyond it stood Rhea, her crimson hair wild, her white tank top and black pants clinging to her scarred frame.

Her hands glowed with a low, controlled fire, carefully melting the ice without setting the room ablaze.

Her amber eyes were locked on Kael, her lips moving in a furious yell, but the ice muffled her words, rendering them silent.

Rhea stopped melting the ice the moment she saw Kael awake, her hands waving frantically, her face a mix of anger and urgency as she shouted something inaudible.

Kael sat up, his naked body exposed, the blanket pooling at his waist.

Freya moved with him, clinging to his back, her arms stretching across his chest, her fingers splaying possessively.

Her blue eyes glared at Rhea through the ice, sharp and defiant, her platinum-cyan hair framing her face like a crown.

Then, in a deliberate move, Freya tilted Kael’s jaw toward her, leaning in to press a good morning kiss to his lips.

Her lips were soft, warm, a teasing brush that lingered just long enough to spark a flicker of heat in Kael’s chest.

His mind was blank, overloaded by the chaos unfolding around him.

Not long ago, he’d woken alone in an empty bed, his days predictable, solitary.

Now, he was tangled in a storm of fire and ice, caught between two A-class heroes whose rivalry and desires threatened to burn the Haven down.

Kael stretched his neck, shaking off the daze, and caught Rhea’s gaze through the melting ice.

Her jaw dropped, her amber eyes widening as she took in his naked form, her mind clearly jumping to conclusions.

She thought they’d spent the night having sex, her expression a mix of betrayal and jealousy.

"Drop it, Freya," Kael said, his voice firm, his hazel eyes flicking to her.

Freya snapped her fingers, and the ice barrier shattered into a fine powder, the mist swirling around them, sending a chill through the room.

The cold kissed Kael’s skin, raising goosebumps, but Rhea’s voice cut through the air like a blade.

"Kael!" she yelled, her amber eyes blazing, her hands balled into fists.

"Good morning, Rhea," Kael said, his tone calm, almost amused, as he reached for his clothes—a dark tee and jeans folded on the nightstand.

Rhea was in no mood for pleasantries.

"Last night, you said no when I asked for more, said I’d get tired. Then why did you do it with this slut?" Her voice trembled with anger, her crimson hair bouncing as she gestured at Freya.

"We didn’t have sex, Rhea," Kael said, his voice honest, steady, as he pulled on his shirt, his movements unhurried. "We just slept together. Literally."

"Liar!" Rhea snapped, her amber eyes narrowing, her gaze flicking between Kael’s bare chest and Freya’s naked form, still partially covered by the blanket. "Then why are you both naked?"

"It’s funny when you call me a slut," Freya interjected, her voice dripping with mockery, her blue eyes glinting as she leaned forward, the blanket slipping slightly to reveal more of her curves.

"When you’re the one playing with your filthy hole shamelessly." Her smile was sharp, cutting, revealing she’d seen Rhea’s sneaky moment during Kael’s lecture, her fingers teasing her asshole behind Freya’s back.

"Ac!" Rhea’s voice choked, her face flushing crimson, her amber eyes wide with shock.

She hadn’t expected Freya to notice, and the exposure left her speechless, her usual fire snuffed out by embarrassment.

Freya stood, the blanket falling away completely, her naked body a vision of pale, flawless skin, her breasts firm, her hips a graceful curve.

She got closer to Rhea, her smile mischievous, taunting.

"We fucked," she said, her voice low, provocative. "He banged the brains out of me. Want to lick him out of me?"

"Stop, Freya!" Kael snapped, his hazel eyes hardening, his voice cutting through her taunt.

"You’re making it worse." He pulled on his jeans, zipping them up, his movements quick but controlled.

Freya grinned, unrepentant, and sauntered past Rhea toward the door, her platinum-cyan hair swaying.

With one step, she froze the water on the floor into a slick sheet of ice; with the next, it shattered into a fine mist, sparing Kael the chore of mopping.

As she passed, she leaned in, her lips brushing Rhea’s ear, her whisper a sultry jab. "I’m still sore from all the thrusting he did."

She didn’t look back, her naked form disappearing into the hall as she headed to her room to change.

Rhea’s amber eyes followed her, her mouth opening but no words coming out, her face a mix of fury and humiliation. Kael stepped closer, his voice softer now, reassuring.

"Nothing happened, Rhea. Save your energy and stop yelling. We need you in top shape. Your fire’s crucial in the sewers."

Rhea’s shoulders slumped, her anger deflating, her amber eyes flicking to him, believing him.

"Okay," she muttered, her voice subdued, her crimson hair falling into her face.

As Kael moved past her toward the kitchen, she grabbed his arm, her grip firm but not aggressive.

He turned, his hazel eyes meeting hers, and saw a flicker of vulnerability beneath her fire.

"Kiss me," she said, her voice quiet, almost a plea.

Kael’s smile was warm, his hazel eyes softening.

He turned fully to her, his hands cupping her face, his thumbs brushing her scarred cheeks.

He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a passionate, sensual kiss, slow and deliberate. His tongue teased hers, a gentle exploration that deepened as she melted into him, her hands gripping his shirt. freёnovelkiss.com

The kiss was a dance, warm and unhurried, his lips firm but tender, tasting the faint salt of her sweat and the heat of her desire.

Rhea’s breath hitched, her body pressing closer, her amber eyes fluttering shut as the kiss stole her air, leaving her dizzy.

He pulled back, his lips brushing hers one last time, his voice a low murmur. "How’s that for a good morning kiss?"

Rhea licked her lips, gasping softly, her amber eyes hazy with lingering heat.

"Breathtaking," she said, her voice a mix of awe and satisfaction, her smirk faint but genuine.

Kael chuckled, his hazel eyes bright, and turned toward the kitchen, his steps light.

He froze in the doorway, his brow arching in surprise.

The table was set, a modest but warm breakfast laid out—scrambled eggs, toast, and a pot of coffee, the aroma filling the air.

It wasn’t fancy, but it looked comforting, inviting, the kind of meal that fueled a mission. "Oh, and I made breakfast today," Rhea’s voice came from behind him, a hint of pride in her tone.

Kael turned, his grin widening, his hazel eyes flicking to her. "You cooked?" he asked, his voice teasing but impressed. "Didn’t know you had it in you."

Rhea shrugged, her crimson hair bouncing, her amber eyes glinting with a mix of smugness and embarrassment.

"Don’t get used to it," she said, brushing past him to grab a plate, her tank top clinging to her toned frame. "Just figured you would like to eat real food instead of whatever Freya makes."

Kael followed, his gaze lingering on her, appreciating the effort, the rare glimpse of Rhea’s softer side. He poured himself a coffee, the steam rising, and glanced at the empty doorway, expecting Freya to join them.