Mara's POV

The basement stairs creak under three sets of feet. Garrett hits a switch and a warm lamp clicks on and what I see makes me stop breathing.

A wooden frame with hooks at different heights. A padded bench. A hook in the ceiling with rope threaded through it. A drawer unit against the wall, clean and organized.

"Liam has no idea this room exists?" I ask, my eyes still wide in awe.

"Nobody does," Garrett says, opening the drawer. I see leather cuffs, a riding crop, blindfold and a rope. "Except Declan."

"Dad taught me everything I know," Declan says behind me, and the casual way he says...