"Take your clothes off." Alexander instructed. "W-What?" "Take. Your. Clothes. Off." I looked up at his green-blue eyes, absolutely startled by his words. It was so direct and stern, but created a pool in between my legs. Even if he had wounded my heart, I couldn't do anything else but take my clothes off for him. *** #1 in badboy #1 in interracial #4 in teenromance

Warning: Rated R, Mature Audience Only! "He hovered over her mouth as he spoke, "Do not feel ashamed." She gasped as a tear eased out of her eye as he caressed her, "I can't resist having you." He kissed her again as unbuttoned his own shirt and gently laid on top of her, "You were made for me.. You make me feel less of a monster." " Bianca Marcose was always over looked, her evil older sister Rose made sure of that. She was always the good daughter, never spoke back, never caused trouble. Secretly she dreamed of a simple life, but when their ill mob boss father Avin needs to secure his daughters safety, everyone is shocked when he chose James Endrizzi to marry Rose and to take his place. James Endrizzi, womanizer, psychopath, handsome, fearless, heartthrob. Sounds dreamy? Not to Bianca "prude" Marcose. When James first arrives to Avins house, he is actually excited to meet Bianca, until he realizes that her sister is next in line for marriage. Since Bianca is off limits, he does what any normal man that acts like a teenager does, bullies her. He makes her life a living Hell since she is off limits. What will happen when her nature breaks his hard exterior? Thank you im_so_fab for the awesome cover art!

//Please note this story is under heavy construction! Read at your own risk.// If you look for perfection, you'll never be content. ~Leo Tolstoy . . . . . . . A flower is to be always beautiful lest it is cast away. A flower is to be innocent and pure. Delicate in nature, ever to bring squinting smiles to those around. A flower is perfect. Always perfect. She was the perfect embodiment of a flower. Her name, Iris. A thorn is sharp like a knight's blade. It inflicts pain and draws blood if one dares to get close. A thorn protects a flower from the wickedness of the world. A thorn is attached to the king, ever guarding. He was the perfect embodiment of a thorn. His name, Luca. She was an iris in no need of a thorn and he was a thorn in no need of a delicate iris. Thrust together by an arranged marriage, the unlikely pair, the thorn, and the flower must now find a way to co-inhabit in the same garden. Bracing the strength of the winter, will their love and companionship last for the spring season or will the cold betrayal of a parasitic orchid, the overflowing herbicide of lies and the perfect perfection of the Iris trample the delicate budding bloom of their affairs of the heart?