**ADRIAN'S POV**
Landon's mouth worked up and down my length as I lay back on the bed, every nerve alight, my instincts screaming at me to shove him off but I couldn't bring myself to.
Damn the drugs.
The moment my father had left me in the bathroom where I'd gone straight to, to throw water on my face, but nausea had hit me hard. I'd made my way upstairs quickly, taking the back staircase to avoid anyone lingering in the dining room if I were to follow the stair there.
Once in my room, I'd reached for the container on my bedside stand instead of the blister pack. After what had happened this morning, I didn't want to risk anyone catching me with the tablets. Inside the container, I'd mixed my prescribed pills with aphrodisiacs to mask their scent.
The difference was obvious—my pills were smooth and white-coated while the aphrodisiacs were ash-colored. But in my rush, I'd swallowed one of each without realizing.
