King Dame's BBW Virgin

1. Chapter 1

Omniscient

The twin propellers of the private aircraft whined as they spun to a halt on the tarmac of the isolated island compound. Night had swallowed the sky, leaving only the harsh, artificial glare of the runway floodlights.

Two gunmen stepped out of the shadows with their rifles raised and locked onto the chopper.

Then, the cabin door swung open.

The atmosphere curled in heat the second Kandi’s heels clipped the steps.

The silk dress clung to her like a second skin, a devastating stroke of black fabric that left the imagination with absolutely nothing to do.

Under the harsh buzz of the security floodlights, her rich, chocolate skin caught the glare, gleaming as commanded the air.

She was a trap designed to weaponize the male gaze, a walking calculated distraction put on display to break a man’s focus.

The two guards froze mid-breath as their eyes locked onto the curves of her hips while their brains short-circuited within seconds.

Her movement had them on the verge of unbuckling their holsters and tossing their weapons to the ground, until their eyes tracked and locked onto the weapon resting openly against her thigh.

"They didn’t tell me how handsome your boys were. Hopefully, I won’t give you a reason to pin me up," Kandi murmured. "But if you want to get your hands on what's inside these, you're going to have to show me how well you can take direction first.”

The two men froze.

“Now back up and let me get out. Thank you so much."

She didn't wait for them to process the heat rising in their collars, slowly turning her back to them with an agonizingly deliberate sway of her hips as she reached deep into the cabin.

When she pulled back, the soft whisper of her dress gave way to showing more skin as she dragged two massive canvas duffle bags onto the ground.

The guard on the left let out a wet whistle that cut right through the air.

His eyes were glued to her as she cleared the final step.

"We were expecting the blue cocaine, sweetheart," he grunted as a slick, ugly grin spreaded across his face.

He shifted his weight while his eyes lingered heavily on the swell of her chest before tracing the tight contour of her hips, stripping the dress away in his mind.

"Didn't know the plug was delivering a masterpiece tonight.

Hell, I might just take a sample of the pilot before we even open the bags. "

His hand drifted away from his holster since his fingers twitched toward the fabric of her dress, completely blinded by the bait she’d thrown down.

Kandi offered them a slow, playful smirk, swinging the heavy canvas bags with effortless grace before stepping directly into the space of the man who had just stripped her with his eyes.

She leaned in until her breath brushed his jaw as he stood there cheesing, his gaze plunging straight down the front of her dress.

But before he could blink, she slithered toward the quiet guard on the right, her hips swaying in a tight, hypnotic rhythm.

She reached up with a feathered touch, her oval shaped nails catching the coarse hair of his beard.

She gave it a teasing tug that pulled him down to her level.

"Aren’t you two just too cute," she purred. "Are you going to stand out here drooling all night, or are you going to show me what's inside?"

The two men exchanged a look of greedy delight, nudging shoulders like schoolboys who just hit the lottery.

They fell into step behind her as if they were dogs staring at a bone, completely forgetting they were supposed to be the ones in control of the escort.

Disarmed and entirely intoxicated by the show, they trailed her straight toward the fortress estate.

They thought they had her trapped, but they had absolutely no idea what was waiting in the belly of the beast.

Deep inside the pitch-black cargo hold, a shadow detached itself from the steel wall.

Adanna watched carefully, waiting until the coast was clear.

Her all-black tactical suit melted onto her frame like a second skin, molding over her heavy chest and the dangerous curves of her thighs and hips.

Every inch of her physique screamed power.

She had her thick hair pinned down, tucked away so nothing could catch.

Before she pulled the black fabric over her eyebrows, a sliver of pale moonlight cut through the open cargo hatch, catching the striking angle of her high cheekbones and flawless depth of her skin.

The light caught the scar across her cheek, making it glitter like a wicked warning in the dark, a deep contrast to the soft contour of her lips and the dangerous heat in her eyes.

The woman flicked her wrist to find her black chrome watch casting a cold green glow over the dark cabin as she clocked the exact second of entry.

She tapped the earpiece nestled in her ear, adjusted the heavy collar of her tactical suit, and shrugged the strap of the AK-47 tight across her back.

Her hands dropped to her thighs, checking the twin Desert Eagles strapped against her curves.

She twisted the suppressors onto the barrels, turning smooth until they locked home with a final click.

"We're live," Danni said in calm whisper.

Through the comms, a loud, obnoxious crunch echoed in her ear. Jade was on the other end, chewing on a bag of chips while tapping away at a location miles away. "Should have the main security system disarmed in about a minute, Boss."

Danni clenched her jaw. "Don't crunch in my ear. You're not a horse, unless I was mistaken."

"Hoe, fuck you," Jade shot back without missing a beat, the sound of keyboard clicks resuming.

Danni quietly dropped onto the tarmac and crept toward the gate. "You're not my type."

"Is anybody?" Jade retorted. A second later, a distinct electronic chime echoed through the line. "You're clear. Grid is blind."

With a soft click, the iron gates slid open just enough for a shadow to pass through. The security cameras went dead, and their lenses panned aimlessly.

Danni eased around the corner, moving like smoke. The two exterior guards never even heard her boots touch the gravel. Before they could register the silhouette moving toward them, Danni raised her hands.

*Thwip. Thwip.*

Two clean bullet holes bloomed in the center of their foreheads.

Before their bodies hit the ground, Danni grabbed them by their vests, dragging them into the brush out of sight. She didn't pause to breathe. She kept moving, imitating a shadow in the night. Every single guard she ran into on the perimeter path met the exact same fate.

When she finally breached the side entrance of the expansive mansion, the distant sound of Kandi’s loud, flirtatious laughter echoed through the grand hallways, keeping the house's security distracted.

"He's upstairs with a girl," Jade’s voice crackled into Danni's ear, the chip-crunching finally stopped.

Danni paused at the base of the winding staircase. "She still chained down?"

"Affirmative," Jade replied, her tone turning serious. "I don't see any major weapons on the heat sensors, but I'm losing a signal the closer you get to his private wing. Be careful."

Danni stepped onto the stairs, her grip tightening on her weapon. "Stand by."

"I love it when you talk dirty to me," Jade sighed.

Danni rolled her eyes, cutting the comms line. Two guards stationed at the top of the landing turned their heads at the slight rustle of fabric, but they were already dead. Danni dropped them both with two shots to the left side of their chest before they could raise their rifles.

The mansion was a grotesque display of wealth and wide, echoing hallways.

Without Jade mapping it in her ear, it would have been easy to get lost. She shifted her jaw a fraction of an inch, triggering that deep click behind her eardrums that expanded her acoustic world.

With that subtle internal pull, the muffled rumble of her own rushing blood died down, and the sounds turned to clarity.

A low, muffled sob pierced the silence of the upper hall.

The moment the sound hit Danni’s ears, the temperature in her blood plummeted to zero. Ice ran through her veins. A terrifying snarl tore across her face before she crept up to the door, which hung slightly ajar, and peeked inside.

The twin mattress on the floor was swallowed by the shadow of a massive oak headboard against the far wall.

Secured to the brickwork, heavy iron links rattled against the baseboards every time the girl shivered.

The cold light from the high window hit her face, exposing the pale, scrubbed-clean complexion of someone who belonged in a lecture hall on a Friday afternoon rather than chained to a floor like a wild animal.

She looked barely twenty, a baby in Danni’s eyes.

Her knees were pulled tight to her chest, and her ripped top was stained with dirt and blood.

Standing over her, a man with thick streaks of gray running through his cropped hair blocked the light, his back was squared to the door. His palms dug into her shoulders, pinning her down while her chest heaved. The younger woman was terrified of him.

He leaned down, ignoring the silent tears soaking her shirt. He face was inches from hers.

"Stop fuckin’ crying," he murmured, dragging a thumb slowly across her wet cheek, smearing the tears into her skin with a pressure that forced her head back against the wall.

"You're making a mess of that pretty face.

You know how this goes, sweetheart. Just be a good girl for me, and we don't have to talk about the basement again.

You're my favorite, remember? Don't make me treat you like the others. "

He let out a satisfied breath as his fingers tangled deep into her hair, yanking back until her neck strained and her eyes were forced up to meet his.