#Chapter 77 - Sympathy Flowers

[Violet’s POV] When I opened my eyes, I found myself back in the guest room Lucian had the servants prepared for me. In all honesty, I had no recollection as to how I ended up back there. Someone had clearly brought me back to the bedroom and safely tucked me under the sheets. The blinds were slightly drawn, distorting all sense of time around me. The second I tried to move, my muscles were filled with that familiar delicious ache. I could feel my cheeks flush. Clipped memories flooded my mind for the last several hours. Lucian had placed me down in a bathtub...Next thing I knew I was being tossed over his shoulder and hauled across the room...I was facing a tiled wall with my hands planted out in front of me... The uncontrollable emotions. The unbearable heat. Lucian’s domineering behavior. The pain and the pleasure... A sweeping sensation of shame and embarrassment flooded through me. I wasn’t in control of myself. I hated it. I’m not someone who loses control like