Grell X Sebastian 소설 & 이야기

As soon as I started the engine, I received a message from Sebastian. It read, "The Aurelis are bothering me again, Bella. Could you send me another squad of elite soldati? I'm afraid they'll kill me!" I stared at the lies on the screen, lips curling into a cold smile. I replied with a single word. "Okay." Then, I tossed my phone onto the passenger seat. My famiglia's crest gleamed in the night outside my window. Caressing the Beretta at my waist, a single thought settled in my mind: I would make Sebastian and Angelina pay for what they owed me and my famiglia in full.

Sebestian gasped out quickly when his Omega glared at him. "Is that Dell?" Allen asked breathlessly before another scream erupted from him, he could here Dell yells mingling with his sister's. "Fuck, Sebestian! Right there!" he muttered, burying his face in his Alphas neck at Sebestian cock continually pounded into his prostate. "I think DELL WITH HER!" he screamed when his balls tightened and he came between them.

protested Giselle Travolta, the very fussy manager. “Ah, I'm entering the data, Miss Travolta. Take it easy. Even here I still have a lot of data that has to be entered from three days ago and it hasn't decreased in the slightest!” replied Luna Lee in an annoyed tone. "What?! What have you been doing for the past three days, Miss Lee?! Making love with your man, huh?!” "What the fuck?" whispered Luna couldn't believe the words her manager who was very chatty and annoying said. "Huh?! What?! Did you say something?! Did you just swear at me?!” Giselle snapped angrily.

“Who the hell was that?” “No one!” I rushed. “Oh my God.” Her voice went a pitch higher making me wince. “You slut!” “OLIVE!” My face burst into flames. “Wait, wait, wait!” she squealed. “Was that—was that Mr. Tattoo, Estranged Brother, Sebastian Deluca not Grey himself?” I buried my face in my hands. Sebastian’s smirk turned proud and wicked as he gave me a side eye look. Olive wasn’t done. “It WAS, wasn’t it? Oh my God, Elise. Tell me, tell me, is his dick as big as the rumors say? Did you ride him like—”

Sebastian was dangerously close now, the clean scent of shower gel mixed with the faint smell of gunpowder that still seemed to cling to his skin, pure testosterone ready to explode. “Does the bruise hurt?” She asked, just to change the focus of the conversation. He tilted his face a little closer, as if he were about to discover what her body would do if he took a step forward and crossed the line. His gray eyes held her — intense, dark, burning. “No.”

I grinned, licking his lips before untangling my legs from around his waist to stand. “Hey there, beautiful.” Sebastian winked, bending, kissing my neck in greeting. He’s Trevor’s best friend and the total opposite. Where Trevor is the light, Sebastian is the darkness. Wavy black hair makes me think of clear summer nights, and his eyes are the fog rolling in through the bay. He wasn’t as muscular as Trevor, but he had a body made to be worshipped. And I won’t lie to you. I loved getting to worship them both, especially at the same time.

"What are you up to, Sebastian? You seem awfully secretive." A mischievous glint danced in Sebastian's eyes as he evaded her inquiry, a half-smile playing on his lips. "Oh, it's nothing important, Hailee. Just a little project I've been working on." Determined not to let him off the hook so easily, Hailee pressed further, closing the distance between them. She could feel the energy crackling between them, an unspoken understanding that transcended mere words. "Come on, Sebastian. You can trust me. I won't stop until I uncover your little secret."

Max’s fist collided with Sebastian’s jaw so hard the sound echoed louder than any toast that night. Sebastian stumbled, hit the side of the champagne tower, and gripped the table to stay upright. His mask slipped sideways across his cheek, exposing his stunned, twisted mouth. A woman screamed. Phones went up. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?” Sebastian barked, righting himself. Max stood before him, chest heaving, eyes blazing beneath his black mask. “Oh, I’m just getting started,” Max growled. “You wanted a scandal? You wanted the world’s attention?” He held up a small silver USB drive between two fingers. “Let’s really give them something to talk about.”

Owen offered introductions, squeezing her shoulder encouragingly, “and Seb, the keyboardist.” Seb was a pretty brunette man with stunning hazel eyes fringed with eyelashes she only achieved with magnetic falsies, the sort of almost androgynous good looks that underwear companies seemed to prefer for their models, and Sebastian was high-school footballer handsome, square jawed, clean shaven, with a grin enhanced by good orthodontics.

Sebastian sobbed. “I hope they’re all Betas,” he gasped. “Take it back.” “I hope they inherit my sass.” “They’re mine. They’ll growl first word.” Sebastian pouted. “Rude little gremlins. They’re gonna stretch me out more than you already do.” Ezra licked into the dip of his belly. “Perfect.” Sebastian flushed so red, it reached his chest. “…you think so?” Ezra nodded against his skin. “Yeah. All of you.”