“Commander,” a man calls from the other side while continuing to pound on the door. “Commander.” Draven keeps his hands on my throat and my pussy, but his gaze darkens as he turns his head to glare at the door. And when he shouts back to the person on the other side of the door, his voice is dripping with threats. “Someone had better be dead, or I’m going to rip your fucking throat out for disturbing me over nothing!”
