I stood by the front door with my suitcase and looked to the clock. Noon. Dead on.

Catherina shifted from one foot to the next, wondering if this was going to be a totally casual process, or the most nerve wracking experience of her life. Would she have her own room? Or sleep next to him? would it even be a room or would she be chained to a wall, naked, like a slave?

My stomach flip-flopped from excited to terrified. I kept telling myself not to assume anything. Be grateful for everything, and work hard to please him in every way I can. Then I wondered what my mother would think when I told her I moved. I couldn't tell her that I moved in with my 'boyfriend' as she'd want to meet him. Oh no, Señor Croc would never allow that.

Then the door rasped, shocking her out of her thoughts. She opened the door with one hand and beamed a smile up at her lover.

"Good afternoon Señor Croc."

Killer Croc stood in his usual attire, the trench coat, hat and gloves, and looked her up and down. She wore something very different to her usual sexy dresses, or super cute casual outfits he'd caught her in. She wore sandals and a teal pixie dress. It had an halter neck top and under her ample bust it fell in layers to rest just above her knees. Her honey legs looked nice and long in that dress, and her neck and arms were also bare. Her hair was as always, thick and raven, falling around her face and shoulders in waves. She had no makeup on today, and was clearly going for a more natural look. She didn't need makeup though, with her big brown eyes and honey skin. With no makeup he noticed the hint of darker freckles on her cheeks, and then a blush when she noticed how long he'd been staring down at her. "S- Señor?"

"No." He walked into the room, forcing her to stagger backwards and frown. Had he changed his mind? Was he here to tell her she wasn't moving in with him after all? He chased her back into one of the living room walls.

"Señor Croc, what are you saying no to? If I've done something-"

"You have." He growled and trapped her against the wall, taking her bag and throwing it off to one side. He then grabbed her hip with one hand and her face with the other. "You look so damn innocent, I need to fuck you." he chuckled darkly at the look of relief on her face, cottoning on to what she feared. "Oh, you thought I'd changed my mind? I thought about it, as I'm sure you'll piss me off at some point, but the thought of sticking my dick in you whenever I please, will make it worth it." he then released a wide grin and a dark look in his amber eyes. "I might as well start as I mean to go on." he licked her cheek and fisted at the skirt of her dress. "Fuck, I'm already have a woody. This is all your fault." He dragged his lips down her neck and nipped at her skin. "Take off your panties and take responsibility."

"Si Señor Croc." She shimmied out of them and even hooked one of her legs around his hips. He caught it and lifted it higher, exposing her even more to him. "oh, please-"

"Please? What are you begging me for Catharina." She trembled and felt up his chest with desire.

"Fuck me Croc." He grinned, watching her lose control of himself.

"Better do something about my pants then Señorita." Croc took great delight in watching her paw at his belt, yanking it open and freeing his cock from his pants. "It won't fit like this Catharina. You'll have to make it nice and slick for me." He dropped her leg and pushed her down to her knees. She watched as he pulled out a condom and rubbered up. "Nice and wet." She held him at the base and dragged her tongue up his length, feeing the vibration of his growl through his cock. "In your mouth Catharina." Croc held the back of her head and gently forced her to take him inside her. "Aaaaaaah, that's it. Just like that." he rested his other hand against the wall and watched his cock slide in and out of her inexperienced mouth. She certainly tried her best at everything, and never complained. He wondered how much he could get her to agree to before that changed? "That's enough. Up." She scrambled up his body and sought out his lips. He used his hungry kiss to push her against the wall and lift her up by her hips against him and the wall. "Put my dick in you Catharina." He purred into her eat and felt her fingers wrap around his shaft. She barely managed to get his throbbing crown into her entrance before he thrust forward. Catharina howled with delight, clawing at the wall above her head with one hand and gripping for dear life to his shoulder with the other. He snarled and ground her against the wall, filling her up to the hilt.

"Croc!" she mewled wrapping her arms around his neck and writhing against him. they picked up quite the rhythm as he rocked her into the wall, rolling his hips into hers with a quickening pace. He licked, kissed and nipped at the flesh of her neck, but never broke the skin. It was a massive turn on that he was even capable of being this gentle with his deathly mouth, whilst he thrashed her against the wall with his cock. "Oh Croc, I'm so close." She whimpered, wishing she could do more than just take it as he ground her into the wall. Catharina kissed him, sliding her tongue against his and chewing on the guttural noises of approval he made. His trimmed claws started to dig into her ass so hard he was leaving bruises where his finger tips gripped her, but neither cared. His pace increased again, and it was enough to throw his Hispanic goddess over the edge. "CROC!" she tensed and shuddered all over, clinging to him as the waves of her orgasm lapped at her body and mind. She was still reeling when he jutted forward and released inside her with a half strangled snarl. His hips rocked forward at a slower pace, simply milking the pleasure of the moment.

"Fuck, Catharina." He kissed her lips and sighed, pressing his forehead against the wall by her head. She could hear the smirk tugging at his lips as he spoke. "What an addiction I've developed? I'm going to have to start taking on extra fluids at this rate." He turned his head to look at her as she held him around him and snuggled her face into his neck. "Come." He walked with her in his arms to the bathroom, lifted her pelvis from his and put her on her feet. He then make quick work of removing the condom and washing his dick. "Let's go." Catharina stumbled after him, still love drunk, and watched him pick up her suitcase. She beamed, finally reassured that she was indeed going home with him. she then spotted her panties on the floor and reached for them. "Leave them." She lifted back up to do so without any hesitation. "Wait...pass them to me." Her eyebrow lifted, but she did as she was told. Once the lacy green panties were in his hands, he sniffed them, MMmmmm-ed and put them in his inner trench coat pocket. Catharina blushed madly and followed him out to the car pack and into the van. What could he possibly want them for?

Her suit case was throw into the back and he sighed, still grinning contently as they drove away from her old flat and to his warehouse.

I did not know it then, but he had become attached to me as well. When he spoke of me as his addiction, I thought he was teasing me. In fact he meant it literally. He couldn't get enough of me, and simply the sight of me was enough to drive him wild with need. He did not love me, but he knew he needed me. He also knew the most efficient way of getting me was to tend to allow my infatuation with him to continue. Neither of us could have known where that would lead.

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His house was just how I remembered it. I didn't get much time to admire it thought before he was on me again.

The front door opened, her suitcase was thrown against the wall and Catherina was backed up into the room. One of his colossal hands held her back and he kissed her with such a hunger it was maddening. Once the door was kicked shut behind them the Spanish beauty jumped up into his arms and wrapped her legs around his middle. Croc chuckled deeply in his chest and his thick lips curved against her mewling ones. He was clearly amused by how eager she was to reciprocate his urges. He held her backside with both hands, easily supporting her weight against his chest as he walked further into his home. He chuckled even more into their feverish kissing when she shoved his jacket off his shoulders and threw his hat off as well. He didn't stop walking forward until he had her back pressed up against the opposite wall. Catherina wriggled between his firm body and the wall in such a way he knew she was doing it on purpose. Panting softly with lusty excitement he slid her down his body until she stood on her feet again. He then took a couple of steps back from her and watched her clinging to the wall behind her.

"You look hungry." Croc took his time taking off a large watch on his wrist. "And a bit hot under the collar."

"Si Señor Croc. I am very warm." She pulled at the ties of her dress behind her neck. The green pixie dress shimmered to the floor, leaving her totally bare before him. Not expecting her to be totally naked, despite having her panties in his pocket, Croc was stunned for a moment and greedily drank her image in. Oh those dark and perky nipples. The curves and dips of her hips and thighs. He could already smell her arousal on his tongue, and he was eager to taste it. this was evident by the tenting of his pants. "Is this ok Señor Croc?"

"Woman, I've told you time and time again to call me Croc when we're alone. I will not ask you again." His voice came out harsher than he had meant to, and he regretted it the moment he saw her press her body back against the wall and held herself around the middle.

"Por favor, perdóname. I won't say it again." He sighed and looked off to one side. Why did he feel guilty all of a sudden? Croc pushed it aside and turned to face her with a crocodile grin. He was Killer Croc. He did and said whatever he wanted. No woman would change that.

"Wanna fuck in the pool?"

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Days merged into weeks, weeks merged into months and I had totally fallen in love with my crocodile man. The frequency of our love making increased to at least once a day, and the number of times he went out of his way to remind me I was just a whore to him decreased as well. At first he made me sleep in one of the spare bedrooms and would only spend time with me (outside of me keeping up my side of our bargain) when he would take me to the Blue Moon to sing. He would watch me from the shadows, trying to hide the hunger in his eyes and the smile on his lips from the world. But I felt it. I dared to hope a change was happening inside of my beloved Croc. Perhaps I was becoming more to him than just sex.

"Ok. I have cleaned the house, tied away his weapons and the chicken is cooking in the oven." Catharina put her hands on her hips and looked around the man-pad she shared with Killer Croc. "I've filtered and cleaned the pool and washed his clothes."

When Croc was away on business I became very lonely. I had to get a cab to work and the warehouse was very cold and quiet at night. I spent my time practising my act for work and maintaining his home. "What else can I do now...?"

Catherina caught an image of herself in the reflection of the large TV on the living room wall. She wore a plain blue t-shit and denim shorts. Her long raven hair was taken back into a low ponytail and her fringe curved over her forehead. The Spanish beauty sighed and held herself. Croc had been gone for a week now, much longer than usual when he was 'away on business'.

I almost thought it cute how he worded his work life to me. Like I didn't know he was a blood thirsty hit man that disposed of his victims in pieces, some of which he ingested. 'away on business' sounded much better than 'cleaning house for the Falcone'.

Bang. The door opened and her heart jumped up into her throat. "Dios mío! Croc! Mi amor, what happened?" Catharina ran to her lover's side and wrapped her arms around his middle, helping him stagger further into their home.

"People don't always take kindly to my work." He sniggered, blood dribbling from his scaly lips and down his chin.

I had never seen Killer Croc with anything worse than a couple of bruises before. In the 6 months we had been 'dating' and then living together, never had I seen him in a state like this, and I never would again.

With trembling hands Catharina helped her massive lover sit on the leather sofa and peeled him out of his hat and coat first. The first thing she saw was blood and torn scales. One of his big amber eyes was swollen shut, and he was missing a few of his terrifying teeth. He held his darkly bruised cut and sighed with pain. "I closed the deal, so I'll still get paid. No need to worry about your-" Catharina ran from him and into the kitchen. She didn't realise then, but Croc was listening hard to what she was doing.

"Ok, ok, painkillers." She rooted through the medicine cabinet she had organised a few days ago and got the strongest pain killers he had. Some medical grade animal drugs from the look of them. Croc wasn't exactly someone who could get medication on prescription after all. Next she filled a glass of water and hurried back to him. "Are these the right painkillers?"

"Hmmm, yeah." he went to take them from her with his free hand, but she leaned over him.

"Open wide my love." He hesitated, then opened his mouth a few inches. She slipped the pills in without any sign of being uncomfortable with his current state, then carefully held the glass to his lips. "Ok, steady." He sipped the cool water as it trickled down his tongue. It was so refreshing he sank deeper into the sofa. The glass was taken back and he looked with his good eye at her. Her dark brown eyes were watery with tears, but they didn't fall, and she didn't falter. "Ok, have you been shot or stabbed anywhere?"

"Nah. They had bats not guns. Why?"

"My mother has been shot a few times when she worked at the corner shop." Catharina hurried back into the kitchen, but shouted back to him. "My papa was useless. My mama also had no insurance, so I had to help her take out the bullets and stitch her up. Will you need stitches?"

"Hmm." Croc winced as he craned his neck forward, looking down at his bruised ribs. He then scanned his eye over his arms and clocked the weeping cut in his right bicep. "Yeah."

"Ok." She returned with latex gloves on and a dinner tray. He looked at the tools she had on there and cocked his head to one side. "Do you have any injuries on your legs?"

"No."

"Feet? Hips? pelvis?"

"Nah." Croc chuckled. "They focused on my upper body."

"Ok." She clocked the bleeding wound on his arm. "Are you allergic to anything? My Mama is allergic to penicillin and aspirin."

"Nope." He chuckled. She was actually going to play nurse to him. he watched her intently as she poured some vodka onto a tea towel and dab his arm. She was so gentle and focused on the task at a hand, she didn't notice how he watched her. "You really have done this before haven't you?"

"Si. It's a lot easier when I'm not being told that using the vodka as a sanitizer is a waste of good liquor."

"Your dad sounded like a drunkard ass." Croc knew what having shitty parents did to you.

"Si, he was. Oh, I'm sorry Croc. I'm trying to be gentle." The big man hissed with pain as she used a curved needle to pull his scales together.

"I know Doc, I'm a big boy. I can take it." he chuckled as she looked to him with worry. "Well don't do half a job then?" Catharina stitched him up as best as she could, and did a pretty good job. The bleeding had stopped and it looked better than anything Croc had done on himself in the past. "What's that?" he pointed to the little brown bottle she had in her hand.

"Iodine. You are reptilian, si?" Catharina shook the bottle a few times then unscrewed the lid. "Iodine is a scale friendly way of keeping a wound clean. Good on skin too, but it will stain for a few days." Without even thinking she poured a small amount of it onto his cut and then quickly bandaged it up. "Where else are you bleeding?" he pointed to his chest. They had beaten him so badly that it had broken his skin in places. She folded the tea towel over and put more vodka over it. pressing the towel to these wounds didn't hurt as much so she was able to go quicker. "These won't need stitches." She dabbed iodine over the little wounds and looked to his face. "Ice! She scrambled away from him like she had a rocket up her ass. "we have ice-ice-ice-ice!" if Catharina wasn't so tunnel vision-ed she'd have noticed that Croc was smiling at her.

He wouldn't tell me then, but later he said that that was the first time anyone had ever cared for him.

Croc watched her wrap a new tea towel around the small bag of ice and took it from her before she could press it to his swollen eye.

"I got it." He hissed as it pressed it to his eye and noticed she was looking intently at his mouth. "What?"

"Your bleeding. You've lost teeth. Can I-"

"Nah. Nothing you can do for me Señorita. Don't worry about my charming smile, I'll soon grow new ones."

"Oh good." She sat by his side on the sofa, the side with his good eye. "So you'll be ok?" She pulled the latex gloves off and put her hands tentatively on his knee.

"Yeah, I'll just sleep it off."

"Ok." She got to her feet and held her hands out for him. "Let's go." He looked at her face first, then her offered hands. he sighed and took them. It was an awkward journey up the stairs and even more awkward when she helped him out of his trousers and pants, and into bed. She even tucked him in and fluffed his pillows under his head. "If you need anything just let me know. I'll go get you a drink of water and some more pain meds for later on. I'm off work for the next few days so no need to worry about anything." Catharina leaned forward and plated a ghost of a kiss on his good cheek. "Rest well Croc. Dormir bien, mi amor, yo cuidaré de ti."

"I need to learn fucking Spanish." He grumbled and closed his eye, falling hostage to his elephant grade pain meds.

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He awoke in the afternoon, the following day, and groaned with pain. Despite being a fast healer he was still black and blue over his chest and gut, and his arms ached with the strain of the fight. He pushed himself up in his bed and immediately saw Catharina. She had brought her blanket and pillows into his room and was curled up in the corner by the door. He licked his lips and turned to look at his bedside table. He made quick work of downing the glass of water and taking more meds. Hopefully they wouldn't knock him out this time. Catharina must have heard him moving as she stirred and groggily made her way over to his bedside.

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"Good morning mi amor. How are you feeling?"

"Better." He tried not to look at the adoration and worry in her eyes. instead he examined her stitch-work on his arm. "The stitched held well."

"Gracias. You were a good patient." She chuckled. Croc looked at her then. She was smiling brightly at him with those bright brown eyes. She wore plain green sleeping shorts and vest top. Her long raven hair was messy and some of it stuck up at the back where she'd been sleeping on it. "Can I get you some more water?" Croc blinked and realised he'd been staring at her. She was effortlessly beautiful, and so...just so...

"Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?"

"Our arrangement is that I get to fuck you whenever I want and you don't have to worry about any dick and fucking tom at the club having a taste." Catharina shifted uncomfortably on the edge of the bed. It had been a while since they talked about this, and she hadn't expected it to be on Croc's tongue at a time like this. "I only brought you home with me for convenience ass on tap. Yet you've taken it upon yourself to 'keep house'."

"I...i thought you liked my tidying." Catharina looked down at her hands on her lap and gulped. She'd finally done it. she'd gone too far and crossed Croc's line. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you."

"Hell Catherina I'm not offended. I'm confused." He ground through his aching jaws and stared at the woman. He'd been putting this conversation off, but now it seemed he couldn't wait any longer. "I guess you living here could be construed in you doing your part about the place, and you're a hell of a cook, but where do you get from our arrangement that you have to take care of me? Like we're-Hay, I'm talking to you." he growled and reached for her hand. She jumped to her feet and pressed her hands together over her front.

"Oh please Señor Croc, don't throw me out. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to over step. I was just so worried and I didn't mean to upset you Señor Croc, I just-"

"but that's just it." he snapped, pointing at her with one of his shortened talons. "You care about me. I'm a blood thirsty, cold blooded bastard that might look beaten to crap, but this is nothing compared to what I did to the other guys." The air chilled and his eyes blazed with anger.

"I know Señor Croc. I know what you do."

"Exactly. In here you can play pretend happy home all you like, but-"

"I've washed enough blood and pulled enough pieces of people out of your clothes to know what you do." Her voice was quiet, but her admission still silenced him. she looked to him with such sorry brown eyes, it tapered his anger. "I am not a fool. I know exactly what monstrous things you do for a living. I knew that before I got into bed with you. I know I simply do not care." She gulped, feeling tears building up in her eyes. "All I care about is you."

There. she said it. Croc sat back against the bed rest and stared at her. "Please don't get rid of me. I'll be better. I'll do whatever you say." She scrambled over to the bed again and sat as close as she dared, begging him with clasped hands. "I won't do anything unless you-"

"You love me don't you?" his big amber eyes bore into her in such a way, she knew she couldn't lie to him. she knew what he'd do to her if she did. What she feared was what he'd do to her if she told the truth.

"...si..." tears fell down her cheeks in streams. This was it. He was going to get rid of her because she couldn't stop herself feeling for him. "I-I'm not stupid. I know you don't care for me like that, but-"

"Do you?" Croc closed his eyes and sighed. "You know how I feel do you?"

"...you've always said that I was nothing more than free sex to you."

"Yeah. I said that." he slowly turned his colossal head to the side and looked at the stitches in his arm. "I'm a monster Catharina. How can you possibly love a monster like me?"

"We are all monsters." He looked to her, never more out of his depth as he was right now. He was a killer. What could she possibly see in him to want so much from him? "I am also a monster. I just didn't know it until I was faced with others of my kind." She gripped the bed sheets and steeled herself. "I bought a gun and a knife to kill the next bastardo that tried to rape me. Then I saw you."

"How do you go from giving me your body so I protect it from others, to ironing my pants and cooking my meals? To giving a shit if I come home bloody?"

"Because I love you."

If I had to be open about how I felt about him, I need him to know the whole of it. If he was going to get rid of me depending on my answer, I was going to do my very best to stay by his side. "And you may be a murderer, but you have given me more than any many has ever given me."

"A choice?" he sniggered at her. But Catharina wasn't deterred.

"You make me happy. You make me feel safe. You make me laugh with your humour, and you've never lied to me. That makes you a better man than any I have met so far." She even dared to take one of his hands in hers. "I will do as little or as much as you let me, but I beg of you. Please let me stay with you."

"You're quitting the Blue Moon." He took his hand from her and climbed out of the bed at the opposite side. Croc held his side as he staggered towards the bathroom. "My woman is not flaunting herself for other men. I can't stand the way they ogle you." Catharina watched and listened from the bed. She was stunned. "I do a lot of work or the Falcone. I'll take you as payment for the next few jobs I do for him. I'll make Eric take it." She heard the sound of the shower turn on and gush against the wall. still her heart hammered in her chest. Did this mean... "I don't do half measures. I don't do take backs. You want to love me?"

"Si!" Catharina stumbled off the bed and held onto the bedpost to keep her steady.

"Fine. You're my wifey. Move your shit into my bedroom. I snore and I won't put up with you steeling the covers. I need the heat at night. If you ever try to leave me or even look at another guy, I'll rip your throat out." Catharina walked slowly to the bathroom door, afraid that what she was hearing was a dream, and it would shatter if she approached Croc too quickly. "You want to be my woman? I expect you to cook and clean and all that shit you're already doing. I still want sex on tap, and I'll be damned if you leave the house without me or my permission. Understood?"

"Si Croc." She sniffled through a smile in the doorway. He was gingerly washing himself and kept his scaly back to her. "Thank you." he stopped scrubbing his good side and looked at her over his shoulder.

Did she even known how beautiful she was? It felt wrong to let her love him. Angels shouldn't fall in with demons. "I was so scared you'd get rid of me." He watched her as she held herself and leaned against the door frame. She really meant that.

"I'm not going to lie to you. I don't love you. but I'll let you love me."

"I understand." Her voice was still so soft, so fragile, and yet her smile was so strong it made something twist in his reptilian chest.

"No you don't." He turned the shower off and stepped out of it, reaching for a towel and holding his side at the same time. "I've never loved anyone before, but I've never been loved either. I'm not sure what it's supposed to look or feel like. My own parents threw me out as an evil demon spawn. I...do care for you." He tensed as she walked up to him and helped him wrap the towel around his middle. He'd been struggling. "More than I've ever cared for anyone. If anything happened to you I'd go as nuts as the Joker." He looked down into her big beautiful brown eyes and sighed with defeat. "it's been more than sex for me for quite some time. I enjoy your company. Watching trashy TV, talking as you cook and clean...you are fucked up in the head to find my ugly mug attractive, never mind love me. But I'll be good to you for it. You make me...feel human." Catharina held his cheeks tenderly, careful of his bruising, and reached up on her tip toes to kiss his lips. It was a brief but intimate kiss. "I'll give you what I've got Catharina. I can't promise it will be love as you know it, but it's the best a beast like me can do."

I wept in his arms for joy. I spoke to him in Spanish, telling him how much I loved him and how happy he'd made me. Every now and then he'd ask for a translation, and roll his eyes at me when I gave him one. He called me soft and gushy, then kissed me and told me to get his dinner ready. I helped him down the stairs and onto the sofa first. Then I put the TV onto his favourite wrestling channel and kissed his cheek. Those were the happiest days of my life.

If you thought about it, I had agreed to remain confined to his house, cook and clean for him by day and satisfy all his sexual urges by night. I had to quit my job, and he threatened to kill me if I ever betrayed him. I loved Killer Croc so much, that nothing sounded more perfect to me. I loved him, I was allowed to love him, and he would try to love me back.

But there were consequences for crossing the Falcone.