Chapter 84

“Go on, then.”

Samuel pulled at his lip again. “I told you I wasn’t always a whore.”

“You did.”

“Well, it’s true. My family is reasonably well to do. Not anything like you, but we had a nice home and a good life. I am the youngest of six children and I had a happy childhood. My father was incredibly strict, but my mother loved me.” He paused, but Tristan didn’t speak. He just watched. “When I was sixteen my father found me in the stables with our neighbour. He was older than me, quite a lot older than me. I was…big for my age. He liked me, he liked…well, he liked me.” He cleared his throat. “My father walked in as I was ploughing his arse.”