Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 258: deadpan

Tila looked at his face, her expression deadpan, her black eyes flickering.

"You’re insufferable."

"And you’re blushing," Kael said, reaching out to tug a strand of her wild black hair playfully, his fingers brushing her cheek.

"You should see your ears. They’re on fire."

"I hate how smug you are in the morning," she muttered, her black eyes rolling, her cheeks burning hotter.

"I love how sore you are in the morning," he said, his voice dropping, a sensual edge curling his words, his hazel eyes gleaming with mischief.

Tila threw a pillow at his face, her black eyes blazing, but he caught it midair, his grin widening, his laugh warm and infectious.

They sat in silence for a beat, the air thick with their shared heat, the room still heavy with the musky scent of their night together.

Then, quieter, softer, Kael reached for her hand, his fingers brushing over the back of hers, a gentle, grounding touch.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked, the teasing stripped from his voice.

What remained was something raw, earnest—his hazel eyes not just warm, but open, as if he were offering her his heart.

Tila’s breath caught.

Her black eyes flickered, not with fear, but with the weight of the moment.

She hadn’t expected it—this tenderness, this reverence.

Her chest tightened, her heart pounding a rhythm she couldn’t quite steady.

Slowly, she nodded.

It was almost imperceptible, but it was enough.

He reached for her hand, wrapping his fingers around hers—solid, warm, reassuring.

She let him draw her closer, the space between them shrinking until she could feel the heat of him, the way his breath hitched just before their lips touched.

The kiss was soft—softer than she’d imagined, slower too.

Not a rush of hunger, but something far more intimate.

His lips moved against hers with a quiet care, like he was afraid to break the moment.

She leaned into him, her lashes fluttering shut, letting the world fall away.

His lips lingered, coaxing, not demanding.

She responded with equal tenderness, brushing her mouth over his, a slow unfolding rather than a conquest.

When her tongue touched his, it was tentative—curious.

But the way he welcomed it, the gentle pressure of his fingers tightening around hers, made her bolder.

A soft sigh escaped her as she leaned into his chest, the world narrowing to the warmth of his mouth, the way his breath mingled with hers, how each movement felt like a question met with a yes.

In that kiss, under the hush of morning light, something passed between them—unspoken, fragile, and real.

Now sealed in the press of lips and the stillness that followed.

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The room smelled of sex—musky, heady, soaked into the sheets—her body still tingling from their night together.

Lila cleared her throat, brushing her wild black hair from her face, her black eyes flickering with a mix of defiance and vulnerability.

"Can I leave and take a shower, Master?" she asked, her voice small but steady, the word Master laced with a less reluctant submission.

Kael gave a sleepy nod, his hazel eyes half-lidded, gleaming with a quiet satisfaction as he watched her.

"Of course," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep, his gaze lingering on her flushed skin.

Tila didn’t wait, scooping up her crumpled maid uniform in one fist, not bothering to dress.

In just her undergarments—lace panties and a bra barely covering her breasts, her bare legs and flushed skin exposed—she darted for the door like a silent cat, barefoot, her black eyes avoiding his.

Kael watched her go, his hazel eyes tracing the sway of her hips in the morning light.

"You could’ve worn the maid dress..." he murmured to the empty doorway, a grin tugging at his lips.

But she was gone, the door clicking softly behind her.

Kael smiled, stretching, his joints popping, his muscles sore—not in a bad way, but alive with the memory of Tila’s body against his.

He felt lighter this morning, not just from the sex, but from the connection, the fragile trust blooming between them.

Hopefully, she felt it too.

He slipped into loose pants, padding barefoot down the hall, his hazel eyes curious, his steps quiet.

He stopped by the room Rhea and Freya shared, the silence broken only by slow, deep breathing.

Cracking the door just enough to peek, he saw Freya sprawled like a queen, her platinum-cyan hair splayed across the pillow, Rhea curled at her side like a cat tangled in blankets, her crimson hair a mess.

Kael grinned, closing the door softly, and headed downstairs to the library lounge.

Liss was nestled into the corner of the couch, a book resting in her lap, reading glasses balanced delicately on her nose.

Her blonde hair had slipped free from its bun, falling in soft waves around her face, catching the golden strands of morning light that spilled through the window.

She wore a loose tank top and shorts, the casual fabric skimming the contours of her lithe, athletic frame.

Her long legs were folded at the ankle, bare and graceful.

There was something effortless in the way she existed in that moment—unbothered, lovely, entirely at ease.

She looked up as Kael entered, her blue eyes finding him immediately.

A slow, playful smile curved her lips, warm and knowing.

"Mmm. Morning," she murmured, her voice a low, velvety hum, a hint of mischief in her eyes.

Kael crossed the room without a word, drawn to her like gravity.

He leaned down and kissed her, his lips brushing hers in a slow, familiar press—tender, unhurried, filled with that quiet spark that needed no fanfare.

"Morning," he whispered against her mouth, his hazel eyes bright as he pulled back, a smile ghosting across his lips.

Liss gave a contented little sigh, her eyes glinting behind her glasses.

"You look smug," she teased, tilting her head as she studied him—his tousled hair, the lazy slouch of his shoulders, the unguarded warmth in his gaze.

"You’re not helping," Kael said, eyeing the book in her lap with a smirk. "What’s that?"

Liss flipped it shut, holding it up—The Lady Behind the Garden Wall—the title ridiculous, vaguely poetic, vaguely pointed at... Forbidden Romance.

Kael raised a brow, a snort escaping him. "Subtle."

Liss winked, her blue eyes twinkling. "Like a dagger through silk."