Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 94: Why wait here?

Rhea eyes, their color hidden by heavy lids, flickered open, as Kael rushed to her, his voice thick with worry.

"What the hell happened to you Rhea, are you okay?" he asked, dropping to one knee, his hands hovering over her, scanning her wounds.

Her eyes met his, weak but sharp, her voice a hoarse rasp. "Where the fuck were you, Kael?" she asked, her tone biting despite her exhaustion, a spark of her fiery spirit flaring through the pain.

Kael eyes traced the gashes on her arm and leg, moderate but messy, blood seeping through torn fabric.

"Just shopping," he said, his voice steady but laced with guilt, gesturing vaguely at the bags Freya held. "Why didn’t you go to a hospital to get patched up? Why wait here?"

Rhea’s gaze hardened, her lips twisting in a grimace. "Less questions, Kael," she snapped, her voice strained but firm. "Get me inside and treat me first."

Kael nodded, his jaw tight, and fumbled for his keys, unlocking the Haven’s door with a creak.

He slid his arms under Rhea, lifting her gently, her body trembling, her torn costume scraping his jacket.

Her head rested against his chest, her breath shallow, but her eyes flicked to Freya, who stood silent, clutching the bags, her masked face unreadable.

"Hey!" Rhea said, her voice sharpening despite her state. "What are those?"

Kael glanced back, his expression strained.

"Just groceries and some clothes for Freya," he said, stepping toward the doorframe, Rhea’s weight steady in his arms.

But Rhea squirmed, her hands pushing against his chest, her voice insistent.

"Put me down," she said, her tone a mix of curiosity and defiance, ignoring her wounds. Kael frowned, his voice firm.

"Stop moving, Rhea," he said, tightening his grip. "That isn’t important. We need to patch you up first."

But Rhea wriggled free, her feet hitting the ground with a wince, her torn costume flapping as she steadied herself, her eyes locked on Freya’s bags.

"I want to see," she said, limping forward, her stubbornness a fire that refused to dim.

Freya’s blue eyes narrowed, her masked lips set in a stern line.

"What?" she asked, her voice cold, muffled through the mask, her stance rigid, protective of her haul., "Looks like you got a healthy beat down."

Rhea ignored her taunt, her gaze zeroed in on the black binding rod poking out from a bag, its metal glinting ominously. "What is that?" she asked, her voice sharp, a mix of suspicion and intrigue, her hand reaching out. freewёbnoνel.com

Freya stepped back, her voice icy.

"None of your business," she snapped, her fingers tightening on the bags, her blue eyes flashing with defiance.

Rhea lunged, her hand darting for the bag, but a shimmering wall of ice erupted from the ground, crackling as it formed a barrier between them, blocking Rhea’s grasp.

Rhea froze, her eyes widening, her breath catching as she noticed Freya’s bare neck—no collar, no humming restraint.

She spun to Kael, her voice rising, a fiery edge cutting through her pain. "You took her collar off in two days?" she yelled, her torn costume swaying "I’m still stuck with mine in the Haven, and you let her run free?"

Kael’s hazel eyes flicked between them, his jaw tightening, a flicker of frustration crossing his face.

"It was temporary," he said, his voice calm but firm. "Freya needed her powers for a fight, and she had to heal. I’ll put it back on now."

He reached into his pocket, pulling out the familiar collar, its metal glinting, his movements unaffected by the heavy weight of their glares.

Freya’s voice cut through, sharp and taunting, her blue eyes locked on Rhea.

"He trusts me to control my powers more than you," she said, her tone dripping with superiority. "You’re like a wildfire, Rhea. No wonder he keeps you leashed."

Rhea’s eyes blazed, and flames erupted around her, a sudden corona of heat licking her torn costume, Kael was surprised, he hadn’t noticed her bare neck—Harris hadn’t collared her, likely to aid her healing, the same logic Kael used for Freya.

The air crackled, ice and fire facing off, Freya’s frost swirling,

Rhea’s flames pulsing, their powers a mirror of their rivalry.

Kael’s voice boomed, stern, cutting through the tension. "Knock it off, you two!" he snapped, his hazel eyes hard, his expression unyielding.

"Or no dinner tonight." It was a light threat, almost absurd given the stakes, but his tone carried weight, a rare edge that made both women pause, their powers flickering, then fading, the ice wall shimmering but holding, the flames retreating to embers.

Kael exhaled, his shoulders relaxing slightly, and turned to Freya, his voice softer but firm. "Let Rhea see what we bought."

Freya’s eyes dropped, a flicker of reluctance in her gaze, but she lowered the bags, the ice wall dissolving into mist, her powers retreating.

Rhea’s lips curled, a triumphant smirk despite the blood trickling down her arm, her excitement outweighing her pain.

She limped forward, snatching the bag with the black rod, its metal clanking as she pulled it free, her eyes glinting with curiosity.

"Come inside first," Kael ordered, his voice brooking no argument, holding the door open, his hazel eyes scanning both women.

Rhea rushed in, the bag clutched to her chest, her torn costume flapping, her steps unsteady but driven by intrigue. Freya followed, her expression guarded, the remaining bags heavy in her hands, her blue eyes flicking to Rhea with a mix of irritation and anticipation.

Inside, the Haven’s living room was a familiar haven, its worn sofa and coffee table bathed in soft light filtering through cracked blinds, the air scented with old wood and faint coffee.

Rhea dropped to the floor by the door, wincing as she sat, the bag spilling open, her hands diving in with childlike glee.

She pulled out the contents one by one, her cheeks flushing red, her eyes widening as the haul spread across the floor: a bullet vibrator, sleek and silver; soft leather handcuffs with plush lining; a feather tickler with a long handle; a vibrating cock ring; massage candles; a velvet blindfold; a remote-controlled egg vibrator; a vibrating wand; kegel balls; a leather flogger; thigh cuffs with a chain; anal beads; nipple clamps with a vibrator; a black binding rod for all four limbs; two dildos (sleek black and ribbed purple); nipple stimulators; a clit pump; and the lingerie—crotchless red panties, a bra with nipple clamps, beaded anal panties, red satin nipple covers.

"Are these... what I think they are?" Rhea asked, her voice a mix of shock and fascination, her flushed cheeks betraying her excitement, her fingers hovering over the anal beads, her gaze darting to Kael.

Kael nodded, his grin wry, his hazel eyes amused but cautious. "Yeah," he said, leaning against the sofa, his jacket crinkling.

"They’re for me, not you," Freya hissed, stepping behind Rhea, her masked face stern, but her blue eyes betrayed her, locked on the toys, her heart racing as she realized the sheer volume of her purchases.

The array sparked endless possibilities—her body humming with the thrill of what lay ahead, the number of ways the toys could be used to pleasure her.

Rhea ignored Freya, her fingers brushing the flogger’s soft tails, then the bullet vibe, her excitement palpable despite the blood seeping from her wounds.

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Kael clapped sharply, the sound snapping them from their daze, his voice firm but warm.

"Freya, will you shower first or help me with dinner?" he asked.

Freya’s lips curved beneath the mask, her voice low, teasing.

"Shower," she said, reaching into the pile, her fingers closing around the bullet vibrator, its sleek surface cool in her hand.

She held it up, her blue eyes glinting with mischief.

"I’m testing this." She grabbed a fresh set of clothes from a bag—black pants, a flowy white blouse—and paused, her voice dropping, sultry.

"Don’t know how to use it, Kael. You’re welcome to help."

Kael’s throat tightened, a gulp betraying his reaction, his hazel eyes darkening as Freya sauntered toward her room, her hips swaying, the bullet vibe dangling from her fingers.

Her invitation hung in the air, but Kael’s gaze flicked to Rhea, slumped on the floor, her torn costume a reminder of her battered state.

He crouched beside her, his voice gentle but urgent.

"Rhea, get up. We need to patch you up."

Rhea barely stirred, her fingers tracing the anal beads, then the ribbed purple dildo, her eyes distant, captivated.

She looked up, her voice soft, almost vulnerable. "Did you get these... because I asked about trying it in the back door this morning?" she asked, her gaze flicking to the anal beads and dildos, a hopeful spark in her eyes.

Kael hesitated, his mind flashing to Freya, the toys bought for her pleasure, but Rhea’s question caught him off guard.

He nodded, a half-truth, his voice low. "Yeah," he said, his grin softening. "We can play once you’re healed."

Rhea’s eyes lit up, a burst of joy breaking through her exhaustion, and she surged forward, arms reaching to hug him, her torn costume catching on his jacket.

But as she rose, her body swayed, her world spinned, her strength failing, and she collapsed, her eyes fluttering shut, her body limp on the floor, the toys scattered around her like a fallen warrior’s trophies.