Triple X Chromosome

Chapter 1

Music was pouring out of the space in bone-shattering waves as they made their way to the entrance of the elusive club, Sinners Den. As they walked through, they saw bodies swaying together and colliding with each other to the rhythm as if hypnotized by it. The music began to fill them to their cores as well almost instantaneously, causing them to begin to fall prey to its spell. They ventured further into the sea of bodies and found themselves moving to the same hypnotic rhythm as the others. People were covering every inch of the space; some were consumed by the music, and others were sitting in the various seating arrangements located around the room. They saw several people placed on the different couches and chairs molding themselves into each other and blurring their faces in one another's consumed by the heavy sway of lust that permeated the air. As they swayed towards the back of the room, the sea of bodies began to thin out creating a relatively clear view of what looked like a miniature stage. Two black leather couches sat on either side of a large, black, leather chair that resembled a throne. The thronelike chair in the center sat slightly above the two couches with an air of subtle dominance over the space. Gold detailing lined the edges of the chair forming a crown being held by human hands positioned perfectly above the center as if they were placing the crown on the head of whoever sat beneath it. A muscular man with warm beige skin sat upon the thronelike chair wearing solid black jeans and a silky black suit jacket with nothing underneath, exposing the tattoos that seemed to be part of a tribal pattern lining his broad chest. A gorgeous woman with smooth caramel skin, facing the crowd of bodies, sat perfectly in his lap as if their bodies were made to fit together like puzzle pieces. His body looked as though it were formed to fit the shape of her perfect curves flawlessly as he kept her tucked to his side. His left arm wrapped around her lower back with his hand resting comfortably on her voluptuous thigh, supporting her effortlessly. Her thick legs were crossed under her leather mini skirt that clung to her figure in all the right places. It matched her opened leather jacket that exposed her matte black strapless corset top, which drew attention to her impressive décolletage. Her dark eyes were set with sharp black eyeliner, accentuating her piercing stare into the crowd. She scanned the room almost lazily as if she was looking at an empty space and not a den of sin. The man she was sitting on scanned the room more fiercely searching as a predator would search for its prey. His gaze landed on the two people that swayed their way to the back of the room that were now hypnotized by the rhythm of the music. His pointed glare snapped them back to reality with a shiver running down their spine. They turned slowly to find the source of the fear beginning to take root in their chests. The shorter women with curly raven hair and smooth dark skin, Klara, met his predatory gaze first causing the hair on the back of her neck to stand on end. Her rounded almond eyes widened with fear and excitement as she drank in the sight of the gorgeous man before her. His chiseled features accented his large muscular frame flawlessly. His dark demonic eyes seemed to pull on her very soul attempting to capture it in them forever. As she was being entranced by the dangerous stranger, he began to exude a dark and dangerous presence. The air in the club was no longer tainted with lust, but malice. People in the club began to move more violently against each other, pushing and pulling one other, separating Klara from her brother that came in with her earlier, until fights broke out randomly along the dance floor. The alluring woman shifted forward on the man's lap, sitting up straighter and focusing her gaze to her right where a group of people on couches who were previously devouring each other, were now on the verge of a bloodbath. As her focus sharpened, lust began to return to the air, causing the group to return to devouring each other more hungry and aggressively than before. As the malice mixed with the lust permeated the air, people in the club became more aggressive in a sensual manner, allowing Klara's brother Knox to reach her in time to pull her from the trance. "Klara!" Knox called with concern dripping from his voice as he grabbed his sister's shoulders. She jumped, turning her head to look up at her brother and blinking rapidly. "Are you okay?" he asked, turning her around to face him so fast her long deep raven curls slapped him in the face. Once her hair settled, resting on her brother's arm that was gripping her left shoulder, Klara nodded hesitantly at her brother confused by what she'd just experienced. "What happened?" he asked more aggressively than he meant to. "I think I found who we've been looking for." she said gesturing behind her. Knox glanced in the direction she was pointing, confusion deepening his gaze. "Where?" he asked furrowing his brow further. "Right behind..." she turned around to point in the direction the man with the gorgeous woman on his lap sat, but the chair was empty. "...me." she finished feeling even more confused than her brother. She broke free of his grip on her arms and began to look around frantically for any sign of the man with the woman in leather, but couldn't find any. "They were just sitting on that stage!" she exclaimed, "I swear..." her brother grabbed her hand and began to drag her back the way they came. "Come on." he said, "We've done enough for tonight." Klara followed him without another word, her mind still reeling from what she'd experienced a few moments prior.