How could anyone possibly love him? A man so undesirable that almost every man that came upon him ended up in fear. He was evil, right out of his mind. Harvey Dent. Two Face. A name most tried not to bring up because if they did, then it wasn't for good reasons. Everything about him made people want to run. They used to love him, love his looks, love his money, but he was too selfish now.
Harsh dark eyes peered into you as if they were trying to read your soul. Your heels laid flat against the floor. His gaze moved from your freshly done toes he picked out, to the new belly button piercing, your happy trail right under the jewelry, going all the way up till he meets your lips. Your hips swayed around the stripper pole that he had installed. Purely to have entertainment during the long night alone with you. "Come here. Now."
Your feet hit the ground, slowly moving to where he sat with a smirk on your face. Harvey was starting to fade a bit, the other man taking more of a lead. His hand twitched before he pointed to the ground. "C'mon. I had a long day. Don't act like you don't know what to do." Your smirk turned to a smile, and then a nod. "Of course, sir. "
Moving down to sit between his legs your lips pressed along his thigh. Small marks from your lip gloss smeared against his slacks. When you nuzzled against his thigh his hand moved to the back of your head. He leaned down and pressed a rough kiss against your lips. You were everything to him. The only one that could keep him calm long enough for both men to relax.