Page 35 of Shifting Hearts

TWO

Jas

J asper Conrad died at thirty-six. He was a ghost of the man he once was.

His line still existed, and for six generations, he’d been called Jasper Conrad Jr. His business transferred from ‘father’ to ‘son,’ after the elder Conrad met his demise shortly after his son took over the reins of the family business.

He’d died multiple deaths. After Conrad passed away from pneumonia, a bastard son appeared to take control of his taverns before meeting an untimely death by murder.

His son was lost at sea. Then, he died in a small plane crash, the corpse was unidentifiable, but you’d be surprised what money could buy.

The man who’d taken his place on board was unclaimed, therefore he received a prestigious burial he would never be afforded otherwise. Dental records confirmed the identity.

Conrad grew bored of the same routine and decided to shake things up this lifetime; starting with changing his image and calling himself Jas.

He was older than most playboy billionaires who viewed their cocks as toys in their hands.

He owned several sports cars, a pro football team, and even a private island, as he’d accumulated more wealth than he could ever spend.

One of the joys of being single over several lifetimes, there was no one to spoil his billions.

He was no longer focused on business ambitions and altruism wasn’t in his nature.

He tossed the quarterly report aside, not caring what the financial documents read as long as they showed growth.

After hundreds of years chasing every carnal pleasure imaginable, very little made him feel alive.

One of the things he enjoyed was perverse power play, not just taking control, but humiliating those beneath him.

He knew nothing about the girl as he waited impatiently for the seconds to tick by. The caged beast within grew restless as the soulless predator waited for unsuspecting prey. He never cared what happened to those he left desolate after he was done toying with and breaking them.

A deliciously twisted fantasy played out in his mind.

He could almost hear her quivering heart as he imagined her naked form chained to his desk.

The metal chain rattled as she writhed against the mahogany.

She squealed as he drew his fang against the milky skin of her thigh.

He licked the beaded blood, tasting the delicious tin on his tongue before he dipped the tip of his quill into the wound.

She screamed as he coated the utensil in her blood before signing his paperwork.

He ran his tongue along his teeth as his fangs descended. He was caught off guard by the strength of his feral desire when he hadn’t even met her yet. Yet, he couldn’t get past the idea of chaining her to his desk.

His last assistant lasted three days in her role.

How long would this one last before she succumbed to his whim?

He cracked his knuckles and leaned back in his swivel chair, glancing at the clock as he caught the whir of the elevator.

He closed his eyes and focused his senses, just before the doors opened, he heard the nervous flutter of her heart.

An intoxicating scent of honeysuckle tickled his nostrils, threatening to bring him to his knees.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head as his mouth watered.

He indulged in another whiff. He groaned as his cock twitched.

She was virginal, and he had to have her.

This is going to be fun. He thought.

The echo of her heels clicking against the linoleum of the lobby rattled in his skull. He snarled as her scent flared his arousal. Jas longed to throw the door open and descend on her unsuspecting body, sinking his teeth into her neck and sucking her dry, while his hands explored her.

Soon , he assured himself. She would scream his name and writhe beneath him as he buried his cock in her. She would cry out with every thrust as he satisfied his lust.

When she finally knocked on his door, he barked a single command for her to enter.

Blackout curtains were drawn across the floor-to-ceiling windows at his back, plunging the room into a state of near darkness.

There were no candles or torches lining the wall of his modern office, but the recessed lighting was dimmed.

His vision remained sharp while his other senses detected heat signatures.

“Mr. Conrad?” a timid voice squeaked. “I’m Seraphina Chandler, your new assistant.”

“You will refer to me as “sir”.” His smooth voice cracked sharply, like a whip.

Her eyes widened as she took a step back.

Good , he thought.

“Sit!” he barked.

He bit back a grin as she scurried to obey and sat in the chair opposite him. The beast inside him roared with delight at her natural submissiveness. Because there was no doubting who she was. Her eagerness to please and lack of experience would make it easy to break her, mind, body, and soul.

A vision of her naked body in his bed assaulted him. Her hair surrounded her like a halo, while her sweet honeysuckle scent lingered on his sheets. Her legs parted, exposing her dripping core, waiting for him to devour her.

“Stand up,” he snarled as he shook his head.

“Excuse me, sir?” Confusion furrowed her brow.

“I said, stand up,” he growled.

She complied.

“Come here.” He motioned to the other side of his desk. As she moved forward, he pointed to her feet. “Take off your shoes first. No more heels.”

“But—” she began.

“I said, take them off.”

She toed one heel off, then the other and moved across the rug. She moved gracefully and came to a stop before him.

“Turn.” He gestured with his finger. “Slowly.”

Her pert ass teased him from beneath the skirt, and he wanted to see how pink her cheeks became beneath his palm.

He hooked his finger in the low cut top, caressing the cleavage that flirted with him.

One day, he would stroke his cock to completion and mark those tits with his cum and enjoy those pouty lips stretching around him, as she blinked up from beneath those long lashes.

His cock stiffened to the point it was almost painful, trapped behind his zipper. Release would have to wait.

“Sit,” he commanded through gritted teeth. She turned away, putting unwelcome distance between them, and he snapped, “Stop.”

Her heart galloped as their eyes met. To avoid grabbing her, he pricked his tongue with his tooth, letting blood coat his tongue and swallowed the unsatisfying mouthful before speaking.

“Sit here.” He pointed to the corner of his mahogany desk.

He tracked her movements with the hungry eyes of a predator as she approached, like a lamb knowing she was headed to the slaughter.

A rumble began in his chest as she chewed on her lower lip.

Her eyes locked on his as he rose from his chair and leaned in, ready to sink his fangs into the pulsing vein in her neck.

The sound of her blood rushing through it drove him wild.

Just a taste . If he thought it would be enough he would. F uck me.

Her voice wavered as she asked, “Anything else, sir?”

Yes . Be a good girl and part your thighs so I can ram my cock inside of you .

Maybe clamping a collar around her neck would dampen his urge to sink his fangs into her.

It would open up a source of other delectable places to bite.

The breasts were fatty, but if he bred her, he could suckle the sweet milk from her nipple.

Such thoughts surprised him, as he’d never impregnated a woman in his life.

He came down throats or in puckered assholes, but never came inside.

Yet, he wanted to soil her innocent womb with his demon seed.

She shivered as he brushed his nose against the soft skin below her ear before inhaling deeply. She smelled like heaven when all he wanted to do was sin. He blew lightly against her pulse point, causing her to whimper.

“How old are you?” he asked.

“What?” She jerked.

“I asked how old you are.”

“I’m twenty?”

“Are you asking or telling me, angel?”

“I’m twenty,” she responded firmly.

“What kind of experience do you have? And don’t forget to call me, sir.”

“Wha… what do you mean?” she stammered.

A virginal blush bloomed across her cheeks. He barely stopped himself from touching her again.

“What else do you think I meant?” he asked coyly. “And if I have to remind you to call me ‘sir’ one more time, you will be punished.”

Her heartbeat was a constant barrage to his eardrums, beating in a way that he would hear long after tended. His thirst for her caused his fangs to descend fully, making him dangerous.

How delicious her blood would be as it slid down his throat, like lemonade on the hottest day. More intriguing was how sweet her pussy would taste as she gushed on his chin.

“Your job experience, angel?”

“Oh, that kind of experience!” She wrinkled her nose and giggled nervously. “I’m sorry, sir.”

As he raised his eyes to hers, a strangled noise caught in her throat. They were going nowhere fast.

“When did you arrive in the city?” he asked as he scratched his beard.

“Yesterday.”

Fuck me !

“I’m a fast learner, sir,” she assured him.

“I know what you are,” he spat.

“I… I…” she stammered as she desperately tried to put space between them, but he caged her against the desk.

He loomed over her menacingly as he barred his teeth. “Why don't you make this easy on yourself and tell me why you're here.”

Her voice trembled as she asked a question that no one had before. “Does it hurt?”

“Do you want me to show you?”

She exhaled slowly and nodded. He chuckled darkly and lowered his mouth to the crook of her neck. She shivered as he grazed her delicate skin with his fang.

“See,” he whispered. “They don't hurt.”

He swirled his tongue, tasting the sweetness of her skin. She tested every bit of his self-control as she moaned, making his dick twitch. Jas would need to feed that evening and he was pissed because he knew that they wouldn’t compare to her—no one would ever compare to her.

“I’d sit still if I were you, unless you want me to sink my teeth into you.

Deep down, I think the prospect excites you.

Doesn’t it?” he whispered against her skin as she shook her head.

“Let’s not start lying to each other now, angel.

I can smell your wet, hot excitement. If I reached up your skirt, I know you’d be soaking wet.

Answer honestly, have you ever felt aroused before? ”

“Once,” she squeaked as he blew on the spot just beneath her ear.

“When?” he growled savagely while wrapping his hand around her throat, ready to destroy the object of her affection.

“When I saw a picture of you,” she cried.

His jealousy abated instantly and he stepped away. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. She would be his.

“Why are you here?”

“To work for you,” she responded.

She flinched as he touched her neck again, but this time, it was only to feel her pulse.

“Tell me the truth, Seraphina,” he ordered.

“I’m here to save you.”

“Save me?” He laughed and stepped away.

It was a fucking joke.

“I was sent to save your soul, Jasper.”

“Jasper Conrad died two hundred years ago, sweetheart. Be careful making a deal with the devil. There is nothing here to save. If you try, I will destroy you and relish in it.”

“That’s not true.” The compassion in her touch caused him to jerk away as though she had burned him. “You’re lost, and I will save you.”

“You can’t save me,” he hissed.

She radiated energy unlike any other as she closed her eyes. An ethereal glow emanated from her skin. He needed to leave before he fell on his knees in worship.

Though she wasn’t the first of her kind he’d encountered, she was the most precious. Saving him was a waste of her energy. And he would prove it by breaking her will, forcing her to submit, and grinding her light beneath his boot. He would enjoy every fucking second of her fall from grace.

“HR is on the fifth floor. They’ll set you up with all the necessary documents.”

The tightness in his chest didn’t abate when Seraphina left. Her scent lingered in the room, teasing his nostrils. He needed air to put his head on straight and left the office as quickly as possible.

He pulled out his phone and texted one of his regulars, Amanda.

J: Need to see you immediately.

A: Can’t today. I’m busy.

J: I’ll pay triple.

A: I’ll swing by as soon as I can.

With her on the way, he would survive the day. Amanda was one of his regular blood donors, and tonight, he wouldn’t just satisfy his hunger, he would satisfy his lust as the angel left him hard.

Save me. He scoffed at the thought. How could an angel with a body built for sin, save him?