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Dean Voight was an undercover agent with a singular focus—bring down dangerous criminals. Trained to blend in, gather intel, and dismantle the most ruthless gangs from the inside, Dean’s latest mission had him face-to-face with one of the deadliest leaders in the underworld—Thalia.

Thalia wasn’t just a gang leader; she was a woman who exuded power, control, and a dangerous allure that made even the most hardened criminals bend to her will. Tasked with infiltrating her operation, Dean quickly found himself drawn into a high-stakes game of manipulation and deception, one that pushed him to the edge of his morals.

Every move Dean made was carefully calculated, but Thalia’s unpredictable nature forced him to question everything he knew about himself. As the lines between his mission and his emotions blurred, Dean began to wonder: Was he still the man who followed orders, or was he becoming something else entirely?

In the midst of this chaos, Dean’s growing connection to Thalia may be his undoing. Dangerous Seduction is the story of how one agent’s battle for control over his mission and heart will lead him into a world where trust is a luxury, and loyalty is a game.

Dangerous Seduction

The hot water cascaded down over Dean's broad shoulders, washing away the night's tension. His muscles groaned with the long day, but his brain refused to rest Thalia lingered there, a menacing shadow he could not eliminate.

He combed his wet hair, eyes closed, letting the steam infuse the huge hotel bathroom. This was his alone time a brief respite before the next move.

Until he heard the soft creak of the door.

He turned slightly, water dripping down his face. Thalia stepped in still wearing that damn chain around her neck, but nothing else. Her olive skin glistened under the dim lights, blue eyes piercing through the steam like a predator.

"Thought I'd join you," she said, voice low, confident dominant.

She slipped underwater, inches apart so close their skin rubbed. The shower heat was nothing compared to the fire building between them.

It was wrong. A line he should not cross.

But Thalia never cared about boundaries.

She went back and grabbed the back of his neck, his lips crashing against hers. The kiss was harsh and ravenous, a desperation for something they couldn't articulate. He had his arms wrapped around her, hands tight on her hips and sliding down to her ass.

They couldn't get enough of each other, lips slamming against each other again and again, hands caressing and brushing. Her smooth flesh against his bristly stubble.

Steam and Shadows