DENISE
Vladimir hauled me through the doorway of my bedroom, and for a second, I thought he might actually throw me on the floor. I was wrong.
He marched to my bed, tipped his shoulder, and I went tumbling onto the soft mattress, the air leaving my lungs in a sharp exhale. Before I could even scramble up to sit, I heard the heavy click of the deadbolt.
The cold, arrogant bastard didn't just drop me in my room and leave me the f**k alone. He locked himself inside with me like he owned the f*****g room. To say I was mad would be the biggest understatement of the year. I so badly wanted to commit a crime. One that would definitely put me behind bars for life.
I pushed my hair out of my face, eyes glaring hard at him with a hatred so pure it felt like it should have blistered his skin.
