From Russia, With Love...Part 2

She woke up before he did, but had to deal with the dead weight resting on top of her. She must have waited for about three hours, but she read. When he woke up, he seemed surprised. He must have felt his cock, though limp, resting against her opening, because he stared, wide-eyed at her .
“Renae…what did I do to you last night?” He didn’t sound angry or over-emotional at all.
“If I tell you…you will not leave me, will you?” She began to tremble. He sat up and pulled her up gently.
“No.”
“You raped me. You fucked me, completely dry.”
“Oh, shit…”
“I’m worried about our baby, Vladimir. How many times am I going to have to plead with you to stop doing this to me before you stop?” He looked away from her and covered his face before he laid down.
“Renae, it seems like for most of our time together I have hurt you. Maybe I am just very violent man. I tell you story, okay?”
“Okay…” She prepared herself for what she was about to hear. He turned over, sat up, and brought her into his lap.
“When I was in there, in Russia, I hurt my last girlfriend so bad I had to leave her and then I leave the country. I was engaged her. I don’t know why I do this. I loved her very much, but I hurt her so bad. It seem like the deeper I fell love her the more I hurt her. I try to change but it seems as if I cannot. So maybe I need to go from you.” She touched him gently.
“Let’s try to work this out. We’re married. Marriage is forever.”
“I don’t wanna hurt you…I’ve never met woman like you. I’ve never loved someone like this and I really mean that. I have wanted you since I first saw you and if the only way I can have you is in my dreams then that is the way it needs to be.”
“I want to give it time and try to work it out.” He hugged her tighter.
“Are you sure you are willing to take chance on me?”
“Yes. I truly love you.” They hugged and walked off to eat breakfast