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Valentino never wanted to be weak again.
Once he tasted power, knew what it was like to completely avoid being trampled over and used, he never wanted to let it go. It was his turn on top. He had done his time, served his sentence, and it was his time to be loved without question. No longer being used without question.
Vox had told him as much and Val believed him. Val deserved this.
Velvette bitched and whined about how Vox complained about weakness, but Val felt it stirring in himself. Surely she felt it too.
They couldn’t have any.
