"I think you’ve already starved me enough, Amia, just one taste. I promise I won’t bite. "Marcello implored, his hands slipping gently between my thighs whilst his thumbs caressed my skin. Amia embodied everything about Marcello Ortega, a violent and dangerous mafia leader, loathed. She was his c**k’s itch, and the only way to get rid of it was to either destroy her or pin her against his bed, relieving his impedient.