I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from saying something I might regret. “Princess. That is not the problem. You always look beautiful, makeup or no makeup. But I—”
Fuck.
I pinched the bridge of my nose.
I was fucking turned on by the sight of her, and I would be damned if any of the other fuckers out there got to see her like this.
I would make good on my earlier threat and kill every last one of them.
I hated this look because it reminded me of the girls here, yet my dick didn’t hate this look on her. Not at all.
I pulled out my phone and called Kirill. “Bring the car to the back,” I ordered when he picked up. I hung up without saying anything else and quickened my pace, pulling her behind me.
“Where are we going?” she asked, a breathless quality to her voice. I let out a small groan.
“Home.”
“Why?”
“Why?”
She tilted her head to the side. “Yeah. Why?”
“Because I don’t want any of these fuckers looking at you.”
She bit her lip and looked down.
I pulled the abused flesh away from her lips. “Don’t, princess. Just you looking like this is playing with my control.”
Footsteps came from behind us, and I turned, letting out another groan.
“Fuckers couldn’t even leave you alone,” I muttered as Mikhail, Damien, and Gabriel caught up to us.
“Why are we going home?” Mikhail asked.
“You don’t have to go home. Catalina and I are going home.”
He shrugged. “I was getting bored—fuck, kotyonok. Who touched your face?”
She looked at him with wide eyes, bringing one delicate hand up to her cheek.
I shook my head. “No time. Let’s just get out of here.” I turned to Gabriel. “Don’t you need to stay here? Show your face to all the slimy little fuckers wanting to kiss your ass?”
He laughed. “I think I’ve had enough of that for one night.” He looked at Catalina. My grip on her hand tightened. “Don’t mind any of them. I think you look beautiful, Catalina.”
Catalina smiled shyly, and before I could do anything, Damien pushed Gabriel out of the way. The asshole just laughed and held up his hands.
We got to the back of the building in no time, and Kirill, the timely fucker that he was, was waiting for us, the car engine idling.
I let Catalina climb in first, motioning for her to go to the back, and went in after her. Without saying another word, I grabbed her hip and placed her on my lap.
Mikhail eyed us as he climbed in but didn’t say anything.
He’d had her all afternoon, and judging by the scent that lingered in her room, I’d say he’d more than had his fun. While Damien and I were letting her heal, Mikhail got in and took her.
If she could handle sex with Mikhail after all the dark shit he went through, then she could handle sex with me.
I would just need to be careful not to hurt her wound, but fuck, was I eager.