Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 251: cut

Hours ago -

The line for tickets in the movieplex lobby moved sluggishly, the hum of conversations blending with the clink of coins and the rich, buttery scent of popcorn wafting from the counter.

Freya stood tall, arms crossed, her platinum-cyan hair tucked under a low cap, her blue eyes hidden behind oversized sunglasses as she scanned the movie titles glowing above.

The mall’s bright lights bounced off the glass walls, casting a frenetic energy over the crowd, but Freya’s stance was steady, a quiet anchor amidst the buzz.

Beside her, Rhea shifted restlessly, her crimson hair peeking from under her cap, her amber eyes flickering with impatience, her casual mall outfit hugging her curves despite the loose hoodie.

"Freya," she said suddenly, her voice sharp, cutting through the lobby’s hum.

"Yes?" Freya didn’t look away, her blue eyes fixed on the ticket counter, her voice dry. "And for the nth time, I’m not choosing an animated cartoon movie. Go get your snacks."

"No. It’s not about the snacks," Rhea said, her tone shifting—less bratty, more uncertain, a crack in her fiery facade.

Freya turned, one eyebrow raised, her sunglasses slipping slightly, revealing a glint of her blue eyes.

The change in Rhea’s voice piqued her curiosity, the air between them thickening with unspoken weight.

"Okay," she sighed, stepping out of the line, pulling Rhea with her into a quiet alcove just off the main lobby, the crowd’s noise fading to a distant murmur. "Spill."

Rhea glanced around, her amber eyes scanning for eavesdroppers, then leaned in, her voice dropping, softer, laced with vulnerability.

"I want to make a move on Kael. Tonight. Alone."

Freya’s lips pressed into a thin line, her expression unreadable behind her sunglasses, her arms still crossed, her posture rigid.

The silence stretched, heavy with anticipation, the alcove’s dim light casting soft shadows across their faces.

Rhea rushed on, her words tumbling out, her amber eyes wide with a mix of nerves and determination. "It’s been a while. I just want that... connection again. You know? Him. Just me and him."

She waited, bracing for resistance, expecting Freya’s sharp retort, her possessive edge.

Freya, after all, had her moods—fierce, unpredictable, clingy, sultry, romantic.

But instead, Freya’s lips curved faintly, her voice calm, almost gentle.

"Fine," she said simply. "He’s yours tonight. Do what you want."

Rhea blinked, her amber eyes widening, caught off guard. "Wait. Really?"

Freya turned to head back to the ticket line, her platinum-cyan hair swaying under her cap.

"Really."

Rhea’s voice followed, a mix of disbelief and curiosity. "You don’t want to make a move on him?"

Freya paused, glancing back over her shoulder, her sunglasses slipping to reveal a smile—equal parts wicked and wistful, her blue eyes shimmering with a raw, unguarded longing.

"Oh, I do," she said, her voice low, laced with a sultry edge. "If I had the chance, I’d march right into that café where he’s talking with Harris, climb into his lap, and fuck him on the table in front of everyone."

Rhea’s eyes widened, her cheeks flushing faintly, her amber gaze locked on Freya. "That’s... a very public fantasy."

"Get to the point," Freya said, her smile sharpening, her blue eyes glinting behind her sunglasses.

"I thought you’d be more competitive," Rhea said, her voice softer now, almost hesitant. "You know like, when I said I wanted to have sex with him first. Alone. I thought you would fight me for it."

Freya turned back fully, her expression softening, the wicked edge giving way to something vulnerable, her blue eyes unguarded for a fleeting moment.

"Yes, I like having sex with Kael," she said, her voice quiet, raw.

"His cock, his touch, his lips, his tongue, his eyes, the way he makes me feel more alive than I have ever been. But more than that, I like spending time with him. Making him food, watching him eat it like it’s sacred. Sitting close enough to smell his skin, that mix of sweat and strength. Talking to him, listening to him, even if it’s about stupid things or compliments which make my heart beat like a drum."

Rhea didn’t respond immediately, her amber eyes softening, her breath catching at Freya’s confession.

Freya looked like a dreamer for a second—a heartsick girl in a bombshell’s body, her blue eyes shimmering with a longing that made Rhea’s heart flutter, more than just a little.

"That’s why I don’t mind," Freya finished, her voice steady but soft, her smile wistful. "Now go get your snacks."

Rhea nodded, her amber eyes warm, a grin breaking through. "Unlike you, I prefer his dick in my pussy, his tongue coiled around my tongue, and his eyes only on me," she said, her voice bold, teasing.

Freya deadpanned, her blue eyes glinting behind her sunglasses.

"Slut."

"I am," Rhea said with a giggle, her crimson hair bouncing as she turned toward the snack counter, her hips swaying with playful confidence.

Freya returned to the ticket line, her smile lingering.

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"I—"

Freya cut Kael off, her voice sharp, her blue eyes narrowing. "Don’t. We heard. Animals. Just eat. You must be spent after all that."

She pointed at the food, her expression a mix of annoyance and amusement, her platinum-cyan hair catching the light.

Kael slid into the empty seat beside Freya and adjacent to Rhea, his hazel eyes warm as he inhaled the rich aroma of Freya’s cooking, the savory blend of herbs and meat grounding him.

"This smells incredible, Freya," he said, his voice sincere, a grin tugging at his lips. "You’ve outdone yourself."

Freya’s glare softened slightly, her blue eyes flickering with reluctant pride, but she didn’t respond, her fork spearing a piece of meat and took the first bite.

Rhea looked around the table, her amber eyes gleaming with shameless confidence, then leaned forward, her voice light, bold, and unapologetic.

"So... I can sense a lot of tension in this room. So let’s talk about the monster in the room... Yes. Kael banged my brains out."

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