A Sinful Halloween (Sinner's Bay), page 1
A Sinful Halloween
Elizabeth Bardot
A Sinful Halloween
Copyright © 2023 by Elizabeth Bardot.
All rights reserved. Printed in Australia. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Cover design by Wynter Designs
First Edition: October 2023
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Contents
. Chapter
1. Part One- Maddens
2. One
3. Two
4. Three
5. Four
6. Five
7. Part Two- Mendez
8. Six
9. Seven
10. Eight
11. Nine
12. Ten
13. Part Three- Morettis
14. Eleven
15. Twelve
16. Thirteen
17. Fourteen
18. Fifteen
19. sixteen
20. Chapter 20
21. Acknowledgments
Also By
For my son and my husband – watching you snuggle with our little baby boy is a smut reader with a breeding kink fantasy come true…
Watching you change his nappy is an author's dream come true; thanks for the inspiration lol
Part One- Maddens
One
Connor
“Fee fi fo fum, I smell the blood of an English woman!” I bellowed as I stomped my feet in front of a grinning Aisling.
“That doesn’t flow as well. It is supposed to be English man.” Declan said from his spot on the couch and Alfie snorted in amusement.
“I am trying to be a modern man, all about equal opportunity and all,” I said and Declan rolled his eyes.
She giggled as I reached out to tickle her sides and picked her up, nomming on her little cheeks.
“Nom, nom, nom! I am going to eat you all up!” I said as Declan shook his head.
What? The giant can eat women as well as men.” I said and Declan’s eyes heated.
“I am sure the giant ate women all the time.” He grinned wickedly and Alfie laughed, catching the innuendo at the same time as I covered Aisling's ears.
“Hey! Don’t talk like that in front of the baby,” I whispered and Alfie chuckled.
“It isn’t like she understands the innuendo, Con. Besides, she hears plenty of suggestive comments every day and you can’t protect her from the world with the whole sex sells agenda.” Declan said.
I squeezed Aisling against my chest until she squirmed then held her up in front of me.
“Not my little princess. She is perfect and won’t listen to any of that nonsense. Will you, Daddy’s princess?” I said before blowing a raspberry on her cheek until she squealed.
“Daddy has rose-colored glasses on,” Declan said with that same wicked grin. He could never let me say the word daddy without the hint that he was daddy in more ways than one.
I rolled my eyes at him as Aisling went entirely still, her face going red.
“Oh no,” I said as both Alfie and Declan sat up straighter, worry in their eyes.
“What?” They both said in unison right as the wet sound of an explosive poo echoed through the room.
I held Aisling at arm's length, her legs dangling in the air as she frowned, a wet fart following.
“Not it,” Alfie said quickly and hurried from the room. I glared at him before Declan walked over to me, leaned down, and kissed my lips softly.
“Have fun, Daddy.” He said, his lips lingering over mine teasingly. He left the room with a swagger, knowing I was watching him with longing.
“Traitors,” I muttered before Aisling smiled at me sweetly.
“Never mind. We don’t need them, do we, princess? Let’s go get you cleaned up.” We walked to her room where the change station was set up; a change station they had all given me grief over saying it wouldn’t be used and was used by everyone.
I stared down at my daughter, now ten months old and crawling like a champion through the house, keeping all of us on our toes.
She looked just like Elsie, but I had a sneaking suspicion she was also Benjamin’s biologically since she had his nose. Not that we had bothered with finding out who the father was, though it had become a conversation recently when we were asked about medical history.
“Let’s see what you have for daddy in that nappy hey?” I cooed as she clapped her hands at me. I took a deep breath, preparing for the battle ahead.
I didn’t blame the others for running, not really. It wasn’t the poo that had us all apprehensive about nappy changes. It was our little wriggly worm of a daughter who seemed to treat nappy changes as a game of escape.
She stilled and I swear there was a hint of challenge in her eyes as she looked up at me. I debated my options, remembering the panic we had yesterday when she almost fell from the changing table.
I opted to put her on the floor, lifting the entire changing pad to keep her comfortable. She rolled her head around, looking around the room before she looked back at me with that same challenging look.
“Please be good for Daddy this time okay?” I said, grabbing my supplies for the change as she gurgled away happily.
“Here we go!” I said as I pulled off the little leggings covered in unicorns. The smell was horrible and I took a deep breath before I undid the tabs holding it in place.
“Dear god,” I muttered as I stared at the mess. It was barely being held in place at the edges, a little more and it would have exploded everywhere.
As I gripped her little legs to lift her, she started squirming.
“No, no, no, no! Please stay still princess. Daddy is trying to clean you up.” She started to grunt, the prelude to her little wails of frustration I knew was about to come.
As I reached for the wipe, her leg fell free. I tried to catch it before she kicked out, her foot running through the poo.
“Oh, Aisling!” I cried out as the other leg fell free and she tried to roll over. I gripped her hip, trying to keep her in place as I carefully wiped her bum.
She froze, rolling back onto her back, and stared up at me with a blank stare. I took a breath and got the wipes, trying to make quick work of cleaning her when a fart slipped from her.
“Oh no….” I groaned, trying to reach a nappy before I watched with horror as poo came out of her again.
“Oh, Christ on a cracker! Stop! Please stop!” I shouted right before she rolled over, smearing more poo everywhere. I watched with horror as she crawled away, surprisingly fast and left smears of poo in her wake.
“Aisling!” I shouted as she headed for the door. I scrambled to get up, putting my hand in the dirty nappy and getting poo all over my hand.
“Fuck!” I snarled, pulling a bunch of wipes out to clean it off as Aisling laughed down the hallway.
“Why me? Why me!” I groaned, taking a breath before I got up and hurried after her, following the trails of smeared poo.
“Aisling!” I called hearing the giggles as I came around the corner into the kitchen, I stopped short to find a squirming Aisling, naked from the waist down with poo everywhere, in Dante’s arms.
“Seems you are missing something.” He said with amusement as he held her out for me. I grimaced as Benjamin, Elsie, and Serena came into the room at the same time.
They looked at Dante first, holding Aisling at arm’s length, her little legs kicking in the air and covered in poo before they looked at me with amusement.
Declan came into the room a second later and unlike the others, he started laughing uncontrollably.
Elise bit her lip and walked over to me, peeled a wipe from my arm I didn't know was there, and put it on the kitchen counter before she pats my cheek and looked at Aisling.
“Are you giving your daddy a hard time, sweet pea?” She cooed and Aisling reached out to Elsie, her little hands trying to grab the air. When Dante didn’t give her over within the split second she demanded, she started squirming more and I watched in horror as her foot kicked out and left a poo stain on Dante’s clean white shirt.
Elsie grabbed Aisling quickly, her clothes instantly covered as she stared at Dante apologetically.
“I am so sorry. We can replace it for you.” She said as I heard Serena snort, trying to hold in the laughter.
“It’s fine. I have plenty of shirts and luckily, we only live down the road.” He said as Elsie looked at me.
“How about we all go take a shower and get cleaned up.” She said with a grin and I sighed, feeling defeated but not wanting to miss the opportunity to spend some time alone with Elsie, even if it was with our little demon princess.
“Are you sure you want one of these?” I muttered to Dante on my way past him, instantly regretting it when I saw the flash of hurt in his eyes.
“Sorry,” I said quickly, knowing that they had been struggling to conceive. He shrugged and clapped a hand on my shoulder.
“Understandable. I am not looking forward to being covered in poop. You have given me the perfect tutorial on
what not to do.” he said with a grin, his eyes teasing me.
“I deserved that,” I said with a sigh.
“Come on, Daddy. Let’s go have a shower while Aisling has a bath with her new sparkle unicorn bubble bath.” Elsie called over Aisling's excited shouts.
Declan grabbed my arm and kissed me with more passion than expected.
“I’ll make it up to you tonight.” He whispered before winking at me.
“Yes, you will, Daddy,” I replied before following Elsie down the hall.
Two
Declan
I leaned back with a sigh and took a swig of the scotch. Dante and Serena hadn’t been here just to make a house call.
They had been here to let us know that there was talk of a new gang on the streets that was an expansion from another area up north.
They were violent and looking to prove themselves and that was the last thing we needed after the incident with the Moretti war.
I ran my hand over the back of my neck as I looked at my computer screen, waiting for the details to come up from the name Dante had given me.
Liam had already been called in on the case after a brutal death was done in a public area. The families were on high alert and I knew it was only a matter of time before Benjamin got the call from our favorite watcher, Katerina.
“Hey. You have been in here all night.” I looked up at Connor who was freshly shaven, standing there in nothing but his grey sweats.
“Sorry. I just wanted to get ahead of this before it becomes a bigger problem.” I said as I took another sip of my drink.
He shifted, muscles bunching and making his tattoos shift. In the dim light, they looked as if they moved.
He had a new one over his heart, another skull with the Madden signature clover but this time it had flowers intertwined with all our names as the stems.
He smiled, seeing where my gaze had landed as he pushed off the doorframe and walked towards me, closing the door behind him.
“I think you need to relax,” Connor said, his hand running up the length of my arm, fingertips brushing my neck softly before he began kneading my shoulders.
I closed my eyes and let the tension flow from my body, Connor’s expert hands firm and warm through my shirt.
“And you plan on helping me to relax, do you?” I purred, reaching up to grab his hand and kiss it.
We had come a long way these past few months, embracing our relationship with each other with more openness and acceptance between us.
“Of course, Daddy.” Connor teased I snarled before he continued his massaging and kissed the side of my neck.
Connor reached around to grab my glass, took a sip, put it back down gently then spun me around in the chair. He gripped both arms of the chair, arms caging me in before he leaned in to kiss me.
I loved when Connor took control, oh I never gave it over completely, my own need for dominance couldn’t handle it but Connor was no pushover and often needed to remind me that he willingly gave up the control I craved.
I opened my mouth to him, letting him in, and was surprised when the rush of liquid hit my tongue. Connor hadn’t swallowed the scotch and something about him spitting it into my mouth clawed at the primal side of me.
I groaned before reaching up to cup his face and pull him closer, deepening the kiss.
“You owe me for today, Dec. You left me all alone with our daughters’ dirty nappy.” He whispered and I brushed the backs of my fingers over his cheek softly.
“Hmm. Well, I did promise you that I would make up for that, didn’t I?” I crooned then gripped his face, watching the split moment of emotions warring in his eyes.
It was one of my favorite moments to watch in our intimate times. The second where Connor the man, Connor the killer who took orders from no one and was as dominant as the rest of us, fought the internal battle with Connor the lover.
It was the moment I knew just how much he trusted me, how much he loved me and I would forever cherish that, just as I did with Elsie.
“Have you been a good boy?” I teased and Connor rolled his eyes until I gripped his face firmer and forced him to look at me.
I traced my tongue over his lips, tasting the spicy bite of the scotch that still lingered there. He shivered and closed his eyes. When he opened them, I knew it was the lover there, his eyes wide with lust as he looked at me.
“Of course.” He whispered and I hummed my approval. My cock was already hard, anticipating the pleasure that we both had been desperately seeking.
Having a child in the house meant sex was harder to come by these days. Oh, the teasing was still there and in some ways the anticipation and build-up were delicious but that didn’t satisfy the itch.
“What do you want, funny boy?” I questioned and he cupped my cock in his hand, squeezing.
“I want this. I want to feel you fill me up and fucking ruin me.” He whispered his cock a tent in those fucking sexy as hell sweatpants.
“Then get on your knees and show me how much you want it.” I groaned.
Connor kissed me once more before he slowly sank to his knees, his hands on my hips as I spread my thighs, giving him better access.
He smiled at me, licked his lips, and began to undo my belt. His fingers grazed my skin as he unbuttoned the top of my pants and then lowered the zip.
He rubbed my cock through my underwear, teasing me before I gripped the back of his neck.
“Stop playing, funny boy.” I snarled and he grinned before tugging at my pants. I lifted my hips, letting him slide them down my thighs before he tossed them aside.
He stared at my cock with hunger before he gripped it at the base, inhaling deeply as I groaned at his touch.
“Fuck, it has been so long since I have touched you like this,” Connor whispered as I threaded my fingers through his hair and tugged him closer.
“Then don’t just sit there holding it.” I groaned before he swallowed me in one go. I gasped, hips bucking as my cock hit the back of his throat.
“Fuck, your mouth feels so good,” I said, my fingers tugging his hair firmly until he moaned around my cock.
“Take all of me, Con. I want to fuck your mouth.” I whispered and Connor stilled, the silent permission I needed.
I used my grip on his hair to guide his head, fucking him firmly until he gasped. I pulled him back, watching the line of saliva trailing from his mouth to my cock.
“Fuck you look so sexy like this. I am going to cum if I don’t stop and I don’t want to cum down your throat.” I said as he shivered with anticipation.
“And where do you want to cum?” He purred as he looked at me with so much desire that my blood heated.
“I want to cum in your ass,” I said, leaning over to kiss his lips. He whimpered, but I knew it was with want. It was something we had only recently started experimenting with in our relationship, the first time had been with Elsie present as all of our firsts had been.
It was a sacred ritual of sorts, at least for me. Elsie was the reason we were together, the reason for our relationship and everything we had. It was only natural that we had our firsts with her too.
“Fuck, Dec. I need you so badly.” He whispered as I pushed him back so I could stand.
“Drop those pants, turn around, and put your hands on the desk,” I said before I opened my top drawer to find the lube.
I always kept one in here, it wasn’t the first time we had found our only alone time in here and it paid to be ready instead of running through the house half-mast.
I leaned over Connor, my chest against his back, and wrapped my hand around his throat.
“Do you want me, funny boy? Do you want my cock?” I said as I ground my hard length against his ass.
“Fuck yes, Declan. Don’t tease me.” He snarled, pushing back against me.
I uncapped the bottle, squeezing some onto my fingers, and rubbed it against his tight hole, massaging it in.
Connor groaned and when I slipped a finger inside, he swore softly under his breath.
“I love watching how well you take me, funny boy.” I coaxed, a hand stroking down the length of his back as I slipped a second finger inside him, watching as he stretched deliciously to take me.
