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 it tells me they've been in this room together before. With other women. The dynamic between them is weirdly sexy, but I don’t even care.
"Hands," Garrett orders and I stretch out my hands towa
