Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 250: obeyed

Water poured off her back in shimmering trails. She was all curve and sweat and power.

Kael thrust up into her without hesitation.

Sharp. Deep. Relentless.

His grip on her waist turned bruising.

She pushed back to meet every stroke, panting now, high and broken.

"Harder," she gasped, voice thick and desperate. "Fuck me harder, Kael—I want to feel it tomorrow."

He slammed into her—hard, deep, wet—his thighs cracking against her ass with every thrust.

The rhythm went savage.

Her cries sharpened, pitched higher, each one a desperate gasp tossed into the echoing heat of the bathroom.

Then she moved again—sudden, instinctive.

She slid forward, water pouring off her hips, and clambered onto the edge of the tub, bare thighs gleaming, skin flushed and dripping.

Her legs spread wide, feet braced on slick porcelain, and she looked back at him over her shoulder.

Hair wild.

Eyes glowing.

"On your knees."

Kael obeyed.

He rose from the water, steam curling around his chest, and gripped her hips hard—fingers biting into wet flesh.

Her pussy was right there, glistening red, folds swollen and begging, slickness already trailing down her thighs.

He lined up. Didn’t wait.

Plunged in.

Rhea screamed, her voice rough and raw, head dropping forward as her hands splayed on the cold tile.

Her back arched.

Her ass slammed into his hips as he drove forward, full-length, no mercy.

The sound of it—wet, savage—filled the room.

He fucked her like a man owned.

Hips snapping forward, cock driving deep.

Her body jolted with every thrust.

The edge of the tub scraped her skin, her clit grinding hard against the porcelain with every slam, shocks rocketing up her spine.

"Fuck—yes—Kael—harder—don’t stop—" she choked, every syllable a broken plea.

Her pussy was loud around him—each thrust pulling more slick, more heat, more need.

He grunted behind her, grip bruising, body hammering into hers with ragged precision.

Her thighs quaked.

Water streamed off their bodies, pooling at their feet, their rhythm violent and perfect.

She was unraveling—eyes wild, mouth open, hair stuck to her cheek and back. And Kael was close.

Every second deeper in her, closer to breaking.

But Rhea wasn’t done.

She pulled off him in a single motion, gasping, chest heaving, thighs shaking.

Kael staggered forward, breathless, lost for a moment without her.

Then she slid back into the tub—smooth, liquid—and leaned into him again, this time her back pressed flush to his chest.

Spooning.

She reached down, wrapped her fingers around his cock, and guided him home.

He slid inside again—slow, full, thick.

Her pussy swallowed him deep, and they both moaned as the water wrapped around them like a second skin.

"I want to feel everything," she whispered, her voice wrecked and reverent. "Slow. Deep. Just... stay there."

Kael wrapped his arms around her—one across her chest, cupping her breast, the other trailing down between her thighs.

And they moved.

Together.

Slow, erotic thrusts that pulled sighs from her throat.

His cock dragged through her heat with friction so perfect it made her toes curl.

His fingers circled her clit gently, tender but unrelenting, teasing every nerve as her head dropped back against his shoulder.

She came again just like that—no scream, no fight.

Just a full-body quake, a soft moan falling from her lips like prayer.

Her pussy fluttered around him, hugging him tight, wet and pulsing, pulling his orgasm from him with the slow burn of it all.

Kael buried himself to the hilt, arms locked tight, groaning low into her skin as he spilled inside her, cock jerking deep.

They stayed like that.

Breathing hard.

Drenched in heat and sweat and steam.

Water lapping softly around their legs, going still at last.

Rhea’s head rested against his chest, her fingers lightly tracing his forearm.

She looked satisfied, utterly undone.

Kael’s eyes were half-lidded, spent, but still burning under the haze. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

She didn’t have to say it.

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Rhea and Kael stood under the shower’s warm spray, water cascading over their bodies, washing away the sweat, tension, and raw intimacy of their bath.

The bathroom echoed with their laughter, playful and bright, as they traded teasing touches—fingers grazing hips, shoulders brushing, the water amplifying every contact.

Their lips met under the spray, kisses soft but hungry, a lingering spark from their earlier heat, punctuated by light, content moans that danced in the steam.

Rhea’s red hair clung to her flushed cheeks, her amber eyes glinting with mischief, her breasts grazing Kael’s chest as she leaned in, her pussy still tingling from their shared climax.

Kael handed her a towel, his hazel eyes warm, a grin tugging at his lips. "You go out first. I’ll follow in a minute."

Rhea rolled her eyes, her smirk wicked, her towel barely covering her curves as she dried off.

"Please. You think they didn’t hear us? We weren’t exactly quiet," she said, her voice sultry, teasing, her amber eyes gleaming.

Kael shrugged, his grin widening, his hazel eyes dancing.

"You’re right." He gave her ass a firm smack, the sound sharp in the humid air, and she yelped, giggling as she sauntered out of the bathroom, her red hair swaying, her body glowing with afterglow.

A few minutes later, Kael and Rhea arrived in the dining room, freshly dressed and radiating a telltale glow, their skin flushed, their eyes bright with the intimacy they’d shared.

Kael wore a loose black shirt and pants, his hazel eyes warm but wary, while Rhea’s casual white tank top and black pants hugged her curves, her crimson hair loose, her amber eyes sparkling with satisfaction.

The table was set, the food warm, the scent of Freya’s cooking—herbed chicken and fresh bread—filling the air, a vast improvement over Liss’s attempts.

But the silence was palpable, heavy with unspoken judgments.

Freya sat with her platinum-cyan hair tied back, her blue eyes glaring directly at Kael, sharp and unyielding.

Tila poked at her food with her fork, her black eyes dark and unreadable, her wild hair framing her flushed face, the tail plug swishing faintly behind her.

Lila sat beside her, her black eyes downcast, her curls hiding a faint blush, her fingers fidgeting with her napkin.

Liss, sipping her tea, looked thoroughly entertained, her blonde bun bouncing slightly, her blue eyes glinting with smug amusement.

Kael opened his mouth, his hazel eyes scanning the table. "I—"

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