Could someone please read this and tell me what you think?

Ive been trying to not only improve my writing but also develop my own style but so far I haven't found anything that I'm comfortable with. Whenever I look back over my work it just doesn't seem good. I'm not sure how to explain it but anyway does that happen to a lot of people and how do you develop a writing style does it have anything to do with the books you read?

This is just a piece of writing I was working on for a class project.

Rose took a long breath and tried to regain her bearings but it was easier said than done. The side of her head was throbbing and her hands were tied tightly behind her back. She looked up the light instantly blinding her.

She blinked it off and tried to take in her surroundings.

She was in some sort of room, a living room maybe.

What was going on? Who did this? Her question was answered when a tall dark haired man stepped into view.

She began to panic and scream but he was already on her, his thick hands covering her mouth.

"Come now." He teased. "There's no need for that."

He slipped his fingers under her blouse and playfully teased them upwards towards her chest.

He felt her tense, but all it did was egg him on. He grabbed her breasts and fondled them getting a feel for what he was dealing with. When he was satisfied he then reached for her bra strap. Rose tried to fight him off but it was like a ton of bricks pinning her down. She felt completely helpless. Then she heard it and by his reaction he heard it too. The doorbell.

He tightened his grip around her mouth and started to regret not gagging her in the first place.

The bell rang twice more and then Rose heard something that made her heart leap.

"NYPD!"