Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)
Chapter 259: dropped

Chapter 259: dropped

Kael dropped onto the couch beside her, and in one graceful, practiced motion, she stretched her legs across his lap, her tank top riding up slightly, exposing the smooth slope of her thighs.

She didn’t ask, didn’t need to, her confidence a quiet seduction.

Kael peeled off her socks slowly, his fingers brushing her ankles, a teasing caress that sent a shiver through her.

He dug his thumbs into her arches, beginning a slow, rhythmic massage, each press a lover’s touch.

Liss sighed, her blue eyes fluttering, her body melting into the couch.

"Thank you for last night," Kael said, his voice low, sincere, his hazel eyes warm.

Liss smirked, her eyes drifting back to her book, her voice teasing. "No need. You’re already paying me—with labor."

Kael chuckled, his thumbs working deeper into her heel, her toes curling as she stretched, her spine arching in a long, lazy motion, her tank top shifting to reveal more of her thighs.

"Though," she added, her voice casual but pointed, her blue eyes glinting, "I do wonder if your goal was to make Rhea and Freya so exhausted that they passed out till morning..."

She turned a page with one finger, her smirk widening.

"...just so you could have your fun with Tila?"

Kael smiled, his fingers never pausing their steady rhythm over the arch of Liss’s foot, his thumbs kneading the soft skin with a tender, knowing touch.

"Something along those lines, yeah," he said smoothly, his hazel eyes glinting with mischief, his voice warm and teasing.

Liss scoffed, but the sound was breathy, her blue eyes sparkling behind her reading glasses, a hint of heat creeping into her voice.

"I still don’t get how it is you get to fuck these girls without consequence," she said, her tone playful but edged with curiosity.

Kael didn’t answer with words, his hazel eyes darkening, a smirk curling his lips.

His hands glowed subtly and thumb pressed into a pressure point along the ball of her foot—firm, slow, a touch that sent a spark through her nerves.

Liss’s breath hitched mid-sentence, her blue eyes widening, a soft gasp escaping her lips. "Oh... god..."

The sensation hit her like a low, slow current, pleasure spreading from her toes, crawling up her calves, pooling in her pussy with every roll of his thumbs, a fire igniting her core.

Her hips twitched, her thighs flexing instinctively, the hem of her shorts darkening as her pussy grew wet, her skin flushed with heat.

Kael smirked, his hazel eyes locked on her, watching every reaction.

"Just like that," he murmured, his voice a husky caress, thick with intent.

Liss’s mouth parted, her glasses slipping slightly on her nose, her back arching faintly into the couch, her pussy throbbing with the rising pleasure.

"Ohhh gawd—yes... fuck, now I remember," she groaned, her voice thick, her breath catching in her chest, her tank top shifting to reveal her toned midriff, her breasts rising with each shallow breath.

Kael kept going, his thumbs moving slow, firm, mapping her foot like he knew every nerve, every secret path to her pleasure.

His touch was a tease, a promise, each press sending waves through her pussy, her body trembling with anticipation.

Liss’s blue eyes fluttered shut, her thighs tensing, her moans rising sharp and sweet, a low hum that filled the quiet lounge.

"You’re—fuck—this is—" she gasped, her voice breaking, her pussy clenching with need.

She didn’t finish, her body surrendering to the sensation, her back arching harder, her hands clenching the couch cushions beneath her.

Kael’s thumbs worked deeper, relentless yet tender, building the pleasure until her hips jolted, her pussy soaking her shorts, her moans peaking in a soft cry—somewhere between a laugh and a sob of relief—as her orgasm crashed through her, a long, quiet spasm that left her trembling, her skin flushed, her pussy pulsing with aftershocks.

Kael didn’t stop until her hips stilled, her moans softening into gasps, her body slack and soaked, stunned by the intensity.

He let his touch slow, glow fading, his fingers gentle now, reverent, brushing lightly over her foot as she caught her breath.

Liss looked down, her chest heaving, her blue eyes hazy behind her glasses, her thighs glistening with her arousal.

"You’re soaked," Kael said, raising a brow, his hazel eyes gleaming with playful triumph, his voice low and teasing.

Liss gasped, still catching her breath, her hands gripping the cushions, her voice hoarse but dazzled. "Getting your feet rubbed until you fucking come...?"

She let out a low, breathy laugh, her blue eyes sparkling, her blonde hair sticking to her flushed cheeks. "That’s a first."

Kael grinned, his hazel eyes warm, his fingers lingering on her ankle. "Good first?"

She shot him a smirk, her lips twitching with afterglow, her pussy still tingling. "You already know it was."

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The morning light poured in through gauzy curtains, soft and golden, weaving across the tangled sheets on the bed.

Freya woke first, her icy blue eyes opening slowly, bleary with sleep, her breath slow and even, her platinum-cyan hair spilling over her cheek like a cascade of frost.

Her gaze settled on Kael, nestled between her and Rhea, his head sharing her pillow, his tousled hair catching the light, one arm draped lazily over her waist like he belonged there, his bare skin warm against hers.

The sheets barely covered them, hinting at the curves of her breasts, the slope of her hips, a quiet intimacy in their closeness.

She didn’t startle, her blue eyes steady, a flicker of surprise softening into acceptance. _{f|ree(w)ebn\o.vel.com}

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice low, smooth with sleep, a sultry hum that carried a hint of amusement.

Kael opened one hazel eye, lazy and warm, his lips curling into a faint grin.

"Came to check on you," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep, his arm tightening slightly around her waist. "Liss told me you’d... worked hard last night."

Freya’s lips curled slightly, her blue eyes glinting with a cool fire.

"Yes. I did," she said, her voice teasing, a quiet pride in her tone.

He smiled, leaning in close, his breath warm against her skin.

"That’s my girl," he said, his voice a low purr, laced with affection.