Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 78: knock knock

Rhea and Kael exchanged a glance, and he caught the unspoken question in her eyes:

What kind of black magic did you pull on her?

Kael’s smile was awkward, deflecting, as he sat beside Freya, Rhea taking the chair opposite.

The air felt thick, charged with unspoken rivalries.Kael broke the silence, forcing cheer.

"Freya made dinner. Smells amazing, right?"Rhea’s eyes scanned the dishes, her smirk sharp. "So, Ice Queen, which ones did you poison? Gotta know what to avoid."

Freya’s smile was warm, unfazed, but her words cut back. "Poison’s too weak for pests like you Rhea. I’d need pesticides to get rid of you."

Kael shifted, the awkwardness palpable, like static before a storm. "So, Rhea, how was your day?" he asked, desperate to steer the conversation.

Rhea leaned back, her amber eyes glinting with pride.

"Funny thing happened today. Took on Crocky’s brother—Drocky who came to avenge his brother. Tough bastard. Lured us in after killing some kids, set a trap. Hairy Girl sniffed it out, Spandex Guy tackled him with Lizard Man, and I landed the killing blow. Stubborn fucker, tougher than Crocky."

She paused, her smirk turning wicked as she looked at Freya.

"Want some crocodile meat, Freya? You two are equally disgusting—bet you’d love it."Freya’s smile didn’t waver.

"Oh? Where’d you hide it— don’t tell me you shoved it up your..."

Sparks flew, their glares locking, the air crackling with hostility.

Kael jumped in, voice firm. "Hey, enough. And Rhea, I talked to Harris today—he’s pushing to promote you to A-class. Same as Freya."

Rhea’s eyes widened, her anger diminishing.

"Really? Holy shit, that’s a party!" She bolted to the refrigerator, grabbing her stash of chocolate puddings.

She tossed one to Kael, stacked the rest by her plate, and pointedly ignored Freya, who didn’t react, her calm infuriating Rhea further.

"C’mon, Rhea, give one with Freya. I will get you more tomorrow," Kael said, nudging her.

Rhea’s lip curled. "Don’t like her. Don’t want her breath on my pudding, let alone her hands."

Freya’s voice was smooth, unbothered. "I don’t want it. I watch what I eat—wouldn’t want to get fat."

Her eyes flicked to Rhea, a deliberate glance that hit its mark.

Rhea froze, her pudding spoon pausing mid-air, her glare murderous.

plop. The pudding slipped out of her spoon and fell down on the table. And all Kael looked at in this tense situation was the splatter.

She set the pudding down, pride stung.

Kael sighed, stepping in. "Rhea, you’re burning calories daily—fighting, training. These puddings are nothing. You need the fuel."

Rhea blinked, his words sinking in, and resumed eating, but Freya’s subtle glances kept her on edge, a silent battle neither would concede.

The dinner dragged on, awkward and tense, until the plates were cleared.

In the kitchen, Kael washed the dishes and Freya joined him.

She started washing dishes, her movements precise, almost meditative.

Rhea joined, unprompted, taking the other side of the sink.

"You don’t need to, Rhea," Kael said, drying a plate. "Go shower, rest. You have had an exhausting day."

"I’m fine," Rhea muttered, scrubbing a pan with unnecessary force, her arm brushing Kael’s as she worked.

Freya’s shoulder pressed against his other side, the space cramped, their bodies a silent competition for his attention.

Kael’s skin prickled, caught between fire and ice, the tension suffocating."I’ll clean the table," he said, slipping away, his voice tight.

He grabbed a rag and retreated, sighing as he wiped down the wood.

The Haven was unraveling—Liss is becoming a deeper thorn in his side, Freya too dependent, Rhea volatile, she trusted him but it was volatile. Always on the edge.

He needed Harris to open doors, find villains, push the heroes, keep the Haven alive.

But Freya... she needed to stand on her own, not lean on him like a crutch.

And Rhea’s rise, adding another victory, had stirred a hornet’s nest with Liss.

Things were getting weird, fast, and Kael wasn’t sure how many fires he could douse before one burned him down.

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Knock knock.

"Kael."

Knock knock.

"Kael."

Knock knock.

"Kael."

Kael sat on the edge of his bed, the mattress squeezing under his weight, his hazel eyes fixed on the locked door.

Rhea’s voice, sharp and insistent, cut through the Haven’s quiet, each knock a crisp pulse in the charged air.

He ran a hand through his dark hair, his mind was in a tangle of desire and caution.

Freya was locked in her room, while Rhea roamed free, because he promised to not lock her door if she had become a superhero.

The competitive streak between them simmered, a silent war for his attention, and Rhea’s knocks were a gauntlet thrown. freewebnøvel.com

If Kael opened the door, he knew what waited: sex, raw and electric, the kind where Rhea would pour herself into pleasing him, her every move a bid to outshine Freya.

This would be Rhea taking charge, her body a weapon to claim a hypothetical edge in their unspoken rivalry.

His cock twitched at the thought, the memory of her amber eyes, fierce and hungry, flashing in his mind.

But doubt gnawed at him.

What if she bragged about this to Freya tomorrow?

Two paths loomed: The first one where Freya, disgusted, might pull away, her trust in him fracturing after their intimate day.

The second, she’d get competitive, her icy resolve melting into aggressive desire, her blowjob from today vivid in his memory, her lips tight and relentless. A face he could only dream of, bobbed on his length.

Up and down. Up and round. Round and round.

His erection strained against his pants, the image too potent.

Fuck. What am I supposed to do?

Knock knock.

"Kael!"

Knock knock.

"Kael."

Knock knock.

"Kael. Open the damn door, Kael. You can’t be asleep—I’m knocking too loud."

He jolted upright, heart racing.

Pissing off Rhea now, with her trust already shaky after Liss’s betrayal, was a risk he couldn’t take.

If he ignored her, she’d think he was discarding her for Freya, his "new toy."

That could unravel everything—her progress, her loyalty, the Haven itself. He rubbed his eyes, faking grogginess, and crossed to the door, unlocking it with a soft click.

"What’s up, Rhea?" he asked, voice rough, squinting as if just roused from sleep.

Rhea stood in the doorway, her superhero costume clinging to her curves like a second skin, the crimson and black fabric shimmering under the dim light, accentuating her toned thighs and the swell of her breasts.

Her amber eyes narrowed, suspicious for a moment, but softened as she stepped closer, her scent—smoke and spice—filling his senses.

"I can’t unzip this damn thing," she said, her voice low, teasing, a smirk tugging her lips. "Help me out?"Kael’s throat tightened, but he nodded, playing along.

"Fine, fine." He stepped in front of her, his fingers brushing the zipper at her neck, the metal cool against his skin.

He tugged it down, slow, the soft zip filling the quiet room.

The costume parted, revealing nothing beneath—no bra, no panties, just the smooth, scarred expanse of her skin, her body bare and brazen.

His hands slid lower, past her collarbone, her sternum, down to her lower abdomen, his breath catching as her warmth radiated against his knuckles.

"Why’re you wearing nothing under this?" he asked, voice husky, his fingers pausing at her navel.

Rhea’s hand shot to his wrist, stopping him as he started to pull away.

With a bold tug, she guided his hand lower, inside the costume, his fingers brushing the soft, damp heat of her pussy.

She stepped forward, closing the distance, her other hand grabbing his face, pulling him into a fierce kiss.

Her lips were fire, hungry and unyielding, her tongue tangling with his as she pressed her body against him, pinning his hand between her thighs and pussy.

"You’re so fucking hot, Kael," she murmured against his mouth, her eyes locked on his, burning with want.

Kael’s free hand moved on instinct, sliding under the costume to cup her breast, his thumb grazing her nipple, hard and sensitive.

She gasped into the kiss, her fingers slipping into his pants, wrapping around his cock with a gentle, teasing stroke that sent a shudder through him.

Her touch was warm, sensual, her grip firm but slow, stoking his arousal as she kissed him deeper, her breath hot against his lips.

Kael pulled out his hands and tried to peel the costume off her shoulders, eager to see her fully bare, but Rhea caught his wrists, her smile wicked.

"Ain’t my costume hot?" she purred, her voice a velvet blade.

He nodded, mesmerized, and she leaned closer, her lips brushing his ear. "I’m keeping it on. I’ve got a gift for you, Kael—for everything you’ve done. Let me show you how grateful I am."

She pushed him gently but firmly onto the bed, his back hitting the mattress with a soft thud. His heart raced, desire drowning out doubt.