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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

They came in synchrony, a primitive, unbridled need. He dragged her toward him, spinning her around and slamming her against the tile wall. She was gasping as his mouth worked down her neck, then across the shape of her collarbone, and lower still.

She was gasping when his tongue rode along the crease of her hip bone, and he was on his knees.

Shivers of dread raced through her.

He looked up, blue eyes locked onto hers, and she could feel herself warming up to the flame burning between them. She bit at her bottom lip and inclined her head.

Dean kissed the inside thigh, taking his time working his way up to where she was most in need of him. He teased with his tongue, making circles before sucking before delving deeper. Thalia's legs shook, and she shouted out his name.

His fingers clutched her thighs, holding her fast, while his tongue danced its magic. She was nearly there. He knew exactly how to get her to lose it, and she had to slump back against the wall, breathing hard.

Dean shoved to his feet, his mouth crashing into hers, and she could taste herself.

She encircled her hand around his hard length, caressing him softly, tormenting him as he tormented her. Then, she pulled him closer, his head against her.

She needed more. She needed all of him.

Dean's gaze met hers, and in one fierce movement, he plunged deep inside her. She breathed in and fell back onto the tile wall.

He kissed her neck, his movements slow and deliberate.

She pulled his mouth up, capturing his lips, and her tongue dived into his mouth, competing to taste him.

Her other hand tangled in his blonde hair, and she nipped him harder. He began speeding up, moving faster, his fingers sinking deeply into her hips as he rode into her.

The room was filled with steam and slapping flesh against flesh, and the world receded, leaving only the two of them.

They were lost in one another, bodies moving together in a smooth rhythm, as pleasure intensified between them.

He held her against the wall, his thrusts deeper and faster, pushing her towards ecstasy.

The tension was almost more than she could stand, but she had to let go. She had to have him.

She pulled him in for another warm, ravenous kiss, and they crested together, the bodies shuddering with release.

He dipped his face in the hollow of her neck, his breath soft on her skin, and she held him hard around the ribs, their heartbeats a thrum between them.

Water rained over them, cleaning away the evidence of their unholy tryst.

It was stupid and crazy, but dammit, it felt good.

Thalia's mind was clear for the first time in weeks. Her body was spent, and her heart was full.

This was the calm before the storm.

Dean took a step back, his blue eyes burning with the intensity of his emotions. He knew it, too.

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